Where do I begin?
My life as a step mom began in 2010. After several bouts of horrible boyfriends and being cheated on by who I thought was the ilusive "one" I found the love of my life. He is a few years older than me,but I had known him since I was little. NEVER thinking he would even look at me. We started talking on Facebook while I was on vacation in California. From the first phone call I was in love. I was still dating my ex boyfriend,the one that I found out was cheating on me and had a baby on the way with her, so we just mostly talked..A LOT. We would text all day and talk for hours at night. Everyday I fell deeper and deeper for him.
Finally,it was time to come home and start college. The day after I came home I finally was going to see David. The last two weeks I had been in California he had been all day and night working on his car, and when I pulled up he was still working on it. I think he was slightly embarrassed that he was sweaty and dirty, but I think that made him all the more attractive. Something about a man covered in window tint and sweat was just like heaven to me.
Our first introduction was a little awkward, but we both quickly warmed up. I spent every waking minute with him I could, helping him work on the car and washing his dishes. Dishes? Yes, while I was still in California he had been complaining that he needed to wash dishes that he had no clean forks. During one of our long phone calls he was eating and admitted to picking it up with a knife! So, while he was working I went inside to get him a drink and secretly started washing dishes. He came inside and started laughing and of course telling me to stop, which I didn't.
Our first kiss will always be my favorite. We had been outside working and my hair was down and some how my hair fell over my face and some got caught on my lip. He reached up to move the hair and asked me when he would get to touch those lips. After a girlish giggle I leaned up he pulled me close and that was it. That night he helped me do what I knew would be the hardest thing I needed to do...break up with my ex.
we sat down on the couch and I texted Kyle saying we needed to talk. He had been gone on a "mission trip" all week, come to find out that meant going to the beach with the girl he was cheating on me with. He called just a few minutes later and I had to tell him it was over. We were in a long distance relationship so we had only met once, and after the past 3 weeks of maybe a text goodnight I was tired of feeling lonely.
Immediately he started cussing and yelling at me calling me a whore and a slut and a multitude of others. I started bawling and David took over the phone call. I don't remember what all he said, but when he handed me back the phone it was the old Kyle I had fell in love with. Being sweet and apologizing, but by that time I had no more love for him. It had all been turned to my knight in shining armor.
After that I guess you could say "the rest is history" Six years going strong. I look at my life and wonder what Indid to deserve a man like that. Someone who finally came and showed me how I deserved to be treated and loved me like I needed. Of course later a few bumps came in the road...
Finally,it was time to come home and start college. The day after I came home I finally was going to see David. The last two weeks I had been in California he had been all day and night working on his car, and when I pulled up he was still working on it. I think he was slightly embarrassed that he was sweaty and dirty, but I think that made him all the more attractive. Something about a man covered in window tint and sweat was just like heaven to me.
Our first introduction was a little awkward, but we both quickly warmed up. I spent every waking minute with him I could, helping him work on the car and washing his dishes. Dishes? Yes, while I was still in California he had been complaining that he needed to wash dishes that he had no clean forks. During one of our long phone calls he was eating and admitted to picking it up with a knife! So, while he was working I went inside to get him a drink and secretly started washing dishes. He came inside and started laughing and of course telling me to stop, which I didn't.
Our first kiss will always be my favorite. We had been outside working and my hair was down and some how my hair fell over my face and some got caught on my lip. He reached up to move the hair and asked me when he would get to touch those lips. After a girlish giggle I leaned up he pulled me close and that was it. That night he helped me do what I knew would be the hardest thing I needed to do...break up with my ex.
we sat down on the couch and I texted Kyle saying we needed to talk. He had been gone on a "mission trip" all week, come to find out that meant going to the beach with the girl he was cheating on me with. He called just a few minutes later and I had to tell him it was over. We were in a long distance relationship so we had only met once, and after the past 3 weeks of maybe a text goodnight I was tired of feeling lonely.
Immediately he started cussing and yelling at me calling me a whore and a slut and a multitude of others. I started bawling and David took over the phone call. I don't remember what all he said, but when he handed me back the phone it was the old Kyle I had fell in love with. Being sweet and apologizing, but by that time I had no more love for him. It had all been turned to my knight in shining armor.
After that I guess you could say "the rest is history" Six years going strong. I look at my life and wonder what Indid to deserve a man like that. Someone who finally came and showed me how I deserved to be treated and loved me like I needed. Of course later a few bumps came in the road...