Going off topic today, cause I just feel like talking about my husband.
I met him when he carded me at his work while I was buying beer. He made comment that my birthday was the day after his. I had seen him at the store before but this was 'the' moment I remember us really meeting. We would chat every time I would see him and then I found myself single and unemployed and would go to the store out of boredom and we would talk while he worked. We got to be friends and I gave him my number. The same day I did that I ended up going out with another guy who needless to say didn't end up my husband! That little fling delayed my relationship with Chris by about a six weeks. That 6 weeks we did hang out several times and he was very forward with me, telling me he was attracted to me and very interested in me. I liked him but made it clear I was a one guy at a time kinda gal. After two weeks of idiocy from the guy I had been seeing, I finally made up my mind to dump him on Thursday when we had plans and let Chris know I would be available that Friday. Thursday mid-day the guy canceled via text then ignored me so that was it. I was done. I called Chris and he came over instead. That was May 8, 2009. We spent the next year dating, my ex even came cack in the picture breifly in at attempt to 'be friends' that I called off After his confessions of infidelity with the girl who he is now married to. I'd spent so much time thinking it was because of me that he cheated and that our relationship failed. Finding out he was just a chronic cheater and carried so many lies, I turned to Chris to work through it all. I wasn't comfortable in that friendship and Chris was supportive of any decision I made. He's been that way from the beginning. Supportive. When I lost my job he moved in with me so I wouldn't lose my apartment and have to move an hour away to my parents house. When I went back to college e fought to get his hours set so he could have time with me even when my schedule changed every few months. He was there for every triumph and every failure. He cried with me when my dad died an he held me night after night as I grieved. I had someone tell me when we first started dating that he was 'good enough for now, he's just a grocery clerk, though.' Well, that grocery clerk is now my husband and we own a house and have a future ahead of us, te person who said that? She's a gold digging tramp who hasn't held the same job for more than a year at a time, lives with her drunk mother and is still single. Goes to show you what you can find when you look past someone's pocketbook.
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