I love my man; albeit, it has become rather foreign to me to incorporate his life into my own. We both grew up as only children, so it is expected for the two of us to feel somewhat selfish, and expect for things to go the way(s) in which we envision/plan. We seriously discuss marrying one another daily. He has asked me to marry him at least 5 different times.
We have had one BIG fight…an argument that caused me to leave and go to my Nana’s for about a week. He requested that I take the dogs, and go to my Nana’s for a bit.
(To be continued…I’m hurting too much to explain more)