So I’m one of those migrating from DE. I spent my teenage years writing in horrendous & embarrassing detail about my life. Honestly I started reading some & had to stop out of pure cringe. I’ve found two of my accounts, but don’t have access to the passwords. I couldn’t do the “DE_” username because they’re SO BAD so I’ve gone a little different.
I can’t remember writing anything after 18, I’m now 28 (although 29 in 2 weeks) so it’s been a while & I’m quite rusty at writing.
My life didn’t really go the way I wanted it, but I think that’s actually a good thing. You see, I wanted to go to college & be a lawyer but my dad refused & told me to go get a job at 16. Which at the time I thought he was awful for, looking back I’m so grateful to him because he knew me so well. If I’d gone to college I’d have spent the ages of 16-18 fucking around with my friends & probably not even getting a qualification at the end. Now I work as a clinical coder in a hospital, with my exam results winging their way to me as I speak to tell me if I made it to the ACC level.
I also thought I was going to end my days with my then boyfriend, who was “punk” & I thought the sun shone out of his ass. It did not.
Don’t get me wrong, we didn’t have a bad break up, he didn’t do the dirty on me, there was literally no arguments throughout the relationship. But I have always dreamed of getting married & having kids & all of that normal stuff. He didn’t want any of that. So I made the very hard decision & ended things.
I’m with my current boyfriend Carl, now he’s an accountant (so far from punk it isn’t silly) & I know the sun doesn’t shine out of his ass. But he’s the best thing to ever happen to me. We’ve been together for 4 & a half years, we’ve talked about wedding/kids so I know we’re on the same page. But he’s taught me that waiting isn’t the end of the world. Because although all of that will happen we want to get ourselves sorted first. So our house is up for sale & we’re planning to move to our “forever home” where we can have our kids & settle down. That’s if the UK housing market picks back up. (Thanks Brexit)
I met Carl through my friend Laura. Carl is her fiance’s BFF. In fact next weekend we’ll both be standing by their sides as best man & bridesmaid when they finally tie the knot. I couldn’t be happier for them.
When we first met, I wasn’t sure about him. He was completely different to anyone else I’d ever been with so wasn’t sure he was my “type”. He had his own flat, a job in London & just seemed entirely too grown up for me (even though he’s only a year older). Now I know that actually, he’s just as immature & silly as I am, he’s just better at hiding it. He’s also incredibly co-dependant, which I love because I’m one of those “need to be needed” types.
Another thing I always thought at 16, was that my & my BFF Dayna would move in together in our own little friends style flat. The reality was, she hit 18 & went back to New Zealand. I was obviously heartbroken but so happy for her because I knew that it was what she wanted. & to this day, we’re still BFF’s. The power of the internet is amazing.
I also had an eating disorder. Throughout my teenage years I would refuse to eat because I thought I was fat. I have one very poignant memory of sitting at the dining room table with a plate of pasta in front of me, my dad sitting beside me, crying my eyes out because I -couldn’t- eat it. I was actually so severely under weight that I didn’t have periods. I’m happy to say that now, my favourite part of the day is eating. In fact, I get “hangry” when I haven’t eaten. Food is my third Love.
Now for pets. We’ve always had dogs. First was George. He was a blind diabetic Samoyed who needed twice daily insulin injections. He was loving & sweet & I absolutely adored him. Once he was gone we got Lexie & Bert. Two Staffies. They are crazy & hyperactive but they’ll spend three hours trying to lick your face if you let them.
Now, my parents still have Lexie & Bert, but I don’t live with them & I now have my own little fur babies.
First came the Rabbits. Rupert & Pebbles, he’s a ginger & white mini lop & she’s a fully ginger mini lop x lionhead. I’m actually allergic to them, but that didn’t happen until we’d had them for two years. It’s hard not being able to lavish the attention I want on them, but I still can as long as I have my inhaler close by.
I also have my baby Misty. She’s a cat, & the absolute love of my life. Carl is fully aware in the case of a fire in our house I’d leave him & go save my cat. I got her when she was only 4 weeks old. Although she was advertised as 8 weeks. She was very sick when I first got her, so we were at the vets a lot for the first 2/3 months. Because she was so sick, it meant that we now have this bond which is beautiful, if I’m home she has to be with me. If Carl gets home first she’ll give him love but as soon as she hears my car she’s just like “bye, bitch” & comes to her mumma.
(In fact at this moment in time I’m laying face down on my bed & she’s curled up on my lower back)
I’m not sure if I’ll keep this up, my life isn’t overly interesting. Maybe I’ll use it to write memories. Who knows.
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