I’ll stop interrupting my scheduled posts soon. I promise. Right now, I need to get sentimental.
Tomorrow is the four year anniversary of Manbeast and myself stumbling into an awkward relationship that ended up all “twoo wuv.” Making it the longest relationship I’ll have ever been in.
The relationship prior to Manbeast ended four months shy of four years. I still mark that anniversary (April 4th because damn, the number four…). Usually with a shot of something strong and an immense sense of gratitude and relief. See, previously my dude was what the awesome folks over at Captain Awkward would call a Darth. It was almost four years of emotional and sexual abuse that ended almost as quickly as it started.
And I paid it no mind to what would happen if I ever got into a relationship again, until Manbeast and I were already knee-deep in our awkward love affair and I knew that I could either come clean and risk him bailing or bail myself.
I think you can guess which one I chose. And I think you can extrapolate that it was a good decision.
Four pretty awesome years across four (ugh, again. I did not catch on to that number’s pattern…) states, four apartments, countless phone calls and skype chats and major life upheavals.
If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history/would you come along with someone like me?
I would go along with someone like you