I shared with some friends today about how Mike and I met, and figured I could share it here as well. It really helped me to write this out today:
I first got my livejournal in 2001 after I had just moved to Flora after spring break in my junior year of high school. Totally pissed at my parents for ripping me from the only place that had ever been home to me, feeling isolated because I didn't have any friends and my friends in Nashville could only keep in touch so much. I hated the world, basically.....and I wrote this long, drawn out blog about my not being too sure about believing in God and Mike just happened to come across my page and decided to comment.
He had commented once before that on another blog, but I thought he was a girl because he commented on something Hello Kitty and his screen name was ambrose, and I was thinking "Who is this Amber rose chick?" It wasn't until the 2nd comment that he left his name, and realized he wasn't a girl and we somehow just started exchanging e-mails.
He wanted to call me, but I was super scared he was really some 40 year old dude, especially when he sent me a check for my birthday. At the time, I felt only old people had checkbooks. So, I was a little freaked out honestly, because he was in his punk days, with a mohawk, and leather jacket with pins all over it, and the necklace made of a chain and lock.
But with time, I was ok with him calling, and thought his Chicago accent sounded funny. He really has been my rock from that point on. We really were just friends at first, even though he would admit to having a crush on me every once in a while. He was there for me when I found out I had PCOS and even my girlfriends didn't feel comfortable talking to me about it but he never once acted grossed out talking about girlie problems, helped me through tons of boy troubles. He really was my best friend and helped me get through that really awful time in my life.
Once I started going to EIU, I was excited because it would be easier for us to meet. I came up here with my friend, and remember being really hurt because he couldn't meet up with me because he was having girlfriend problems at the time. I was beyond furious, I deleted his e-mails, accused him of only e-mailing me because he thought something was going to happen, and his girlfriend shouldn't have been worried about me because NOTHING WAS EVER going to happen between us. I was jealous, and that's when I started realizing I had been writing his name on the side of my notes during lecture.
I apologized for my reaction, and we were fine. He had ended up breaking up with the girlfriend because she was a psycho (lied about being pregnant). And so we decided he would come to see me at school one weekend. I worried it might be a bit awkward having him stay in my dorm room, honestly. I was nervous about it, because it wasn't like he could just leave if it was super awkward because he took the train down to see me.
I was late in my usual fashion picking him up, I forced my friend to come with me in case I was about to be murdered or something. But once we got back to school, and got situated and had some dinner, it wasn't weird at all. It seriously was just like he was supposed to be there. He gave me a kiss on the forehead as we were going to sleep, and I gave him one back, and then we were ready to jump each other. Things really didn't go too far because my roommate was there. He boozed me up the next night, and roommate was gone, and things just happened.
He actually met my mom and lil brother and sisters, my grandpa and some of my aunts that same weekend because I had to make an appearance at my Grandpa's because my mom was driving up that same weekend, and it wasn't too far from the train station where I needed to drop him off at. My mom felt he was a keeper, even though I was still in that "Mom! He's just a friend" phase. But I was absolutely devastated when we got to the train station. I was crying my eyes out that he had to go home. And I know I am a cry baby, but I have never cried about a guy like this in front of the actual guy. I had never been so sad about having to say goodbye to someone.
He and I both kind of struggled with what this was all going to mean. I wasn't sure I was ever going to get to see him again because I had to leave EIU because my parents didn't pay my tuition and didn't tell me until it was too late. They had moved back to TN right before I started at EIU, so I was going to be even farther away.
I got to see him a couple more times before the semester was over. Once I went back home, we had a lot of trouble because it was just a weird situation. And over the next year, we were together, and then not together. I dated someone else for a bit, but once that relationship blew up, Mike and I really talked things out about where we saw things going, how we could make it work, etc. And I MAY have relied HEAVILY on the getting into nursing school and all of the amazing opportunities Chicago would have for me as a NURSE, so that he didn't have all of the burden of me moving up here solely for him (Even though that truly was my only motivation, I was a bit sneaky). And that's how I got here.
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