usahgrad
03-21-2005, 06:36 PM
Ok, my story is REALLY long...but I'd love to tell it for those who'd like to read it. My story starts long before I ever met my fiance though. I am originally from the Detroit-area and I was going to school up in the Upper Peninsula. I met a guy online from Texas and we chatted for a couple of months before I got it in my head to fly down and meet him. We had the same interests so we felt there was a connection there. There probably was for a time. Anyways, I transferred to a school in Texas and moved myself down here to live with him. The idea of getting married was always there, but there wasn't an official date or proposal or anything and he didn't have a steady job most of the time we were together, so there wasn't going to be an official date or proposal or anything for awhile.
My then boyfriend was a BIG computer game freak. He would get a game and play it until he won it and then he'd get another one (which is surprising considering we barely had enough money for food, but he was as addicted to games as he was to cigarettes, so he found money, somehow, for both). Anyways, in January or February of 2004, we went out to Arkansas for his grandmother's birthday and his brother flew in from Virginia where he's stationed with the Navy. His brother told him all about this game he'd been playing and my then boyfriend decided he wanted to play to. So when we got back, he found the money for the game and the subscription, as it was an online game. I supported him because he didn't really have a strong relationship with his brother, but through the game, they interacted quite a bit. But then it got to where he would go to work (he worked nights at a gas station), come home, play the game until his eyeballs were falling out, hit the sack for awhile and then go back to work again.
Throughout all of this, he had taught me to play so I wouldn't be so jealous when he played so often. Well, in the course of my playing, around April of 2004, I met a guy online who introduced me to a friend of his (now my fiance--he had crawled into my character's lap not that long before we were introduced as a joke, so that's what really started it) and we went hunting in the game quite frequently. The three of us talked, joked, laughed...basically had a good time together, even though we were never in the same room...or same state for that matter.
There was a time when, because of work, school, and studying, I wasn't able to get on for about a month. But when I signed back onto the game, I was greeted by two emails, one from each guy, saying they missed their hunting buddy. My now fiance and I began to hunt together more often than the original guy I met. He and I would talk for hours while he tanked for me to get points to level up. We would play a game sort of, where we asked each other a question and the other person would answer it. Then they would ask a question. We both knew we could ask anything and I mean ANYTHING. And over the course of a couple months, we got to know each other really well.
Meanwhile, my then boyfriend and I moved into a new apartment and because he spent most of his time on the game, sleeping, or at work, I did most of the move (with the exception of the really big furniture). We sort of broke up during that, but not to the point where we were really separated. My then boyfriend hated our new apartment, but I pulled out the "I moved to Texas for you" card which basically insured he'd let me get it. I loved the apartment (I still do, with the exception that it's in Texas)!
Things sort of began to deteriorate after we moved in. He put less and less effort into doing anything to show he loved me because, well, we lived in an apartment he hated, so that was enough for him. Slowly, we grew further and further apart. The entire time, I grew closer and closer my now fiance on the internet. Our characters got married and we basically had a life together via the game (as computer-dorky as that sounds).
One day, my then boyfriend signed in and read my previous night's conversation with my now fiance. In it, I had spilled my guts that I felt closer to my now fiance than I did to my then boyfriend. I told him that our friendship had crossed borders I wasn't sure it should have crossed due to the fact that I was with another guy. It was a very sweet conversation. Of course, not in the eyes of my then boyfriend. He woke me up (it was about five in the morning) and told me he didn't want me to play anymore. He told me I had to choose between him and the game (ironically enough). In a desperate attempt to keep the stability of our relationship alive and not loose the reason I had come to Texas, I signed on to tell my now fiance that there wasn't anything real between us (I still regret that to this day) and then I didn't play the game for a long time. Finally, my then boyfriend said it was ok for me to play again. We had patched things between us, at least on the surface. I still felt constantly neglected by him but anytime I mentioned it to him he'd say I was attacking him, so I kept my mouth shut and played the part of a loving girlfriend.
I signed back on to the game and my now fiance sent me a tell immediately. He had to talk to me. While I was gone, he had spent quite a bit of time with another female character and he felt guilty about it. He decided to divorce our characters. We met at this spot in the game that was special to us and I gave him his ring back, then I signed off. It was that night I realized just how much I cared about him and how big of a mess I had made everything. After about a week of tense moments between my now fiance and I, I told him I wanted to talk outside of the game, so we could preserve any thread of friendship we still had. I gave him my number and then left it up to him. He called the next day and we talked for hours.
About a week or so later, I was on the phone with a close friend of mine, explaining my predicament between my then boyfriend and my now fiance. I was down on the front porch of the apartment building on a cordless (the building is an old house converted into five apartments). My then boyfriend walked in on the conversation and just listened for awhile before he made his presence known. That was the end of our relationship. He punched a brick pillar on the porch and almost broke his hand again (he had gotten in a fight with the refrigerator a few months before). I told him that he could stay with me as long as he needed to find a place, but he had to pay half the rent in September or move out. We broke up in the beginning of August, so I figured that gave him plenty of time to figure out what to do.
I had a week of classes left and then I was supposed to have a week of just work and then go home to visit my family. About half way through the week, the trauma of the breakup and my then boyfriend's drunken reaction to it caused me to ask for an extra week off of work for my vacation home.
The entire traumatic ordeal my now fiance was there for, via the phone. He let me tell him everything, except once. I called him in tears because my then boyfriend and I had gotten in a big fight in which I had ended up with a twisted knee, a swollen ankle, and a cut on my hand. He didn't hit me, he pulled on the leg of my pants and then later tried to pull a knife out of my hands that I was keeping from him. I called my now fiance in tears after the fight and he was so furious at what had happened and at the fact that he couldn't do anything to defend me that he had to go. That was the only time he didn't let me vent everything that was happening to me to him.
When I left for vacation, I stopped by to meet him in person on my way up. We met in a church parking lot and he kissed me right there. Then he took me out to a restaurant because I hadn't eaten anything for most of the week. The waitress said that she could tell we were happy together and she was excited for us because she had just gotten engaged.
We went back to his place afterwards and spent a good time kissing each other and just enjoying the realness of each other before he let me sleep for awhile. The drive from Texas to Ohio is twenty some odd hours and I drove straight through. He laid there, his arms around me, watching me sleep for hours. That evening I got a hotel room at my mother's request, but he stayed in it with me anyways. I was sick and he took me to get some stuff to make me feel better. Then I fell asleep in his arms again. The next morning we spent in each other's arms. We were very intimate with each other.
He took me to Bob Evan's for breakfast. On the way in, a lady made a comment about how we looked like we were walking down the aisle together. I still insist, to this day, he paid her off. :D
He also took me down to see a waterfall. The spot in the game where I had given him his ring back was by a waterfall; it had been a special spot for us. I love waterfalls and he knew it. He had promised to take me to see some of the falls by him.
I had to get to my mother's that day, but I returned a week and a half later to spend a few days with him. He asked me to be his then, but I told him I didn't want to go through the trauma of another long distance relationship (another comment I regret to this day).
In October, my mother went in for emergency surgery and in my desperate attempt to find some money to fly myself up there, he offered to wire me money. I figured out a different way up there, but the offer really made an impression. I ended up flying to Baltimore, where my sister was visiting her boyfriend, and driving home with her. The week after, for my return flight, I drove my mother's car to his house and he drove me to my brother's (near Baltimore) and then took me into Baltimore the day after to catch my flight. It was in my brother's house on October 16 (Sweetest's Day) that I told him I didn't want to fool myself anymore and I wanted a relationship with him.
He flew me in for Thanksgiving with his family, so I wouldn't be all alone. Then, just before Christmas, he volunteered to fly down to Texas to drive me home because I was on heavy duty pain relievers and suffering terribly from some vicious wisdom teeth. We had talked briefly about getting married beforehand and I knew he had a ring and was going to ask me, I just didn't know when. We stopped by his place (he had moved back in with his parents by then because he didn't want to stay where he was and didn't want to get a new place without my input) and he proposed to me there. We went upstairs to say goodbye to his family and his mother saw the ring (a family heirloom). She was SO excited. Everyone said congratulations and then we continued on to my mother's house.
We're getting married in fourteen months; Saturday, May 13, 2006, to be exact. I love him so much and to top it off...he's my best friend.
Sorry my story was so long...hope it didn't bore you to tears---or confuse you too much for that matter. Thanks for reading!
My then boyfriend was a BIG computer game freak. He would get a game and play it until he won it and then he'd get another one (which is surprising considering we barely had enough money for food, but he was as addicted to games as he was to cigarettes, so he found money, somehow, for both). Anyways, in January or February of 2004, we went out to Arkansas for his grandmother's birthday and his brother flew in from Virginia where he's stationed with the Navy. His brother told him all about this game he'd been playing and my then boyfriend decided he wanted to play to. So when we got back, he found the money for the game and the subscription, as it was an online game. I supported him because he didn't really have a strong relationship with his brother, but through the game, they interacted quite a bit. But then it got to where he would go to work (he worked nights at a gas station), come home, play the game until his eyeballs were falling out, hit the sack for awhile and then go back to work again.
Throughout all of this, he had taught me to play so I wouldn't be so jealous when he played so often. Well, in the course of my playing, around April of 2004, I met a guy online who introduced me to a friend of his (now my fiance--he had crawled into my character's lap not that long before we were introduced as a joke, so that's what really started it) and we went hunting in the game quite frequently. The three of us talked, joked, laughed...basically had a good time together, even though we were never in the same room...or same state for that matter.
There was a time when, because of work, school, and studying, I wasn't able to get on for about a month. But when I signed back onto the game, I was greeted by two emails, one from each guy, saying they missed their hunting buddy. My now fiance and I began to hunt together more often than the original guy I met. He and I would talk for hours while he tanked for me to get points to level up. We would play a game sort of, where we asked each other a question and the other person would answer it. Then they would ask a question. We both knew we could ask anything and I mean ANYTHING. And over the course of a couple months, we got to know each other really well.
Meanwhile, my then boyfriend and I moved into a new apartment and because he spent most of his time on the game, sleeping, or at work, I did most of the move (with the exception of the really big furniture). We sort of broke up during that, but not to the point where we were really separated. My then boyfriend hated our new apartment, but I pulled out the "I moved to Texas for you" card which basically insured he'd let me get it. I loved the apartment (I still do, with the exception that it's in Texas)!
Things sort of began to deteriorate after we moved in. He put less and less effort into doing anything to show he loved me because, well, we lived in an apartment he hated, so that was enough for him. Slowly, we grew further and further apart. The entire time, I grew closer and closer my now fiance on the internet. Our characters got married and we basically had a life together via the game (as computer-dorky as that sounds).
One day, my then boyfriend signed in and read my previous night's conversation with my now fiance. In it, I had spilled my guts that I felt closer to my now fiance than I did to my then boyfriend. I told him that our friendship had crossed borders I wasn't sure it should have crossed due to the fact that I was with another guy. It was a very sweet conversation. Of course, not in the eyes of my then boyfriend. He woke me up (it was about five in the morning) and told me he didn't want me to play anymore. He told me I had to choose between him and the game (ironically enough). In a desperate attempt to keep the stability of our relationship alive and not loose the reason I had come to Texas, I signed on to tell my now fiance that there wasn't anything real between us (I still regret that to this day) and then I didn't play the game for a long time. Finally, my then boyfriend said it was ok for me to play again. We had patched things between us, at least on the surface. I still felt constantly neglected by him but anytime I mentioned it to him he'd say I was attacking him, so I kept my mouth shut and played the part of a loving girlfriend.
I signed back on to the game and my now fiance sent me a tell immediately. He had to talk to me. While I was gone, he had spent quite a bit of time with another female character and he felt guilty about it. He decided to divorce our characters. We met at this spot in the game that was special to us and I gave him his ring back, then I signed off. It was that night I realized just how much I cared about him and how big of a mess I had made everything. After about a week of tense moments between my now fiance and I, I told him I wanted to talk outside of the game, so we could preserve any thread of friendship we still had. I gave him my number and then left it up to him. He called the next day and we talked for hours.
About a week or so later, I was on the phone with a close friend of mine, explaining my predicament between my then boyfriend and my now fiance. I was down on the front porch of the apartment building on a cordless (the building is an old house converted into five apartments). My then boyfriend walked in on the conversation and just listened for awhile before he made his presence known. That was the end of our relationship. He punched a brick pillar on the porch and almost broke his hand again (he had gotten in a fight with the refrigerator a few months before). I told him that he could stay with me as long as he needed to find a place, but he had to pay half the rent in September or move out. We broke up in the beginning of August, so I figured that gave him plenty of time to figure out what to do.
I had a week of classes left and then I was supposed to have a week of just work and then go home to visit my family. About half way through the week, the trauma of the breakup and my then boyfriend's drunken reaction to it caused me to ask for an extra week off of work for my vacation home.
The entire traumatic ordeal my now fiance was there for, via the phone. He let me tell him everything, except once. I called him in tears because my then boyfriend and I had gotten in a big fight in which I had ended up with a twisted knee, a swollen ankle, and a cut on my hand. He didn't hit me, he pulled on the leg of my pants and then later tried to pull a knife out of my hands that I was keeping from him. I called my now fiance in tears after the fight and he was so furious at what had happened and at the fact that he couldn't do anything to defend me that he had to go. That was the only time he didn't let me vent everything that was happening to me to him.
When I left for vacation, I stopped by to meet him in person on my way up. We met in a church parking lot and he kissed me right there. Then he took me out to a restaurant because I hadn't eaten anything for most of the week. The waitress said that she could tell we were happy together and she was excited for us because she had just gotten engaged.
We went back to his place afterwards and spent a good time kissing each other and just enjoying the realness of each other before he let me sleep for awhile. The drive from Texas to Ohio is twenty some odd hours and I drove straight through. He laid there, his arms around me, watching me sleep for hours. That evening I got a hotel room at my mother's request, but he stayed in it with me anyways. I was sick and he took me to get some stuff to make me feel better. Then I fell asleep in his arms again. The next morning we spent in each other's arms. We were very intimate with each other.
He took me to Bob Evan's for breakfast. On the way in, a lady made a comment about how we looked like we were walking down the aisle together. I still insist, to this day, he paid her off. :D
He also took me down to see a waterfall. The spot in the game where I had given him his ring back was by a waterfall; it had been a special spot for us. I love waterfalls and he knew it. He had promised to take me to see some of the falls by him.
I had to get to my mother's that day, but I returned a week and a half later to spend a few days with him. He asked me to be his then, but I told him I didn't want to go through the trauma of another long distance relationship (another comment I regret to this day).
In October, my mother went in for emergency surgery and in my desperate attempt to find some money to fly myself up there, he offered to wire me money. I figured out a different way up there, but the offer really made an impression. I ended up flying to Baltimore, where my sister was visiting her boyfriend, and driving home with her. The week after, for my return flight, I drove my mother's car to his house and he drove me to my brother's (near Baltimore) and then took me into Baltimore the day after to catch my flight. It was in my brother's house on October 16 (Sweetest's Day) that I told him I didn't want to fool myself anymore and I wanted a relationship with him.
He flew me in for Thanksgiving with his family, so I wouldn't be all alone. Then, just before Christmas, he volunteered to fly down to Texas to drive me home because I was on heavy duty pain relievers and suffering terribly from some vicious wisdom teeth. We had talked briefly about getting married beforehand and I knew he had a ring and was going to ask me, I just didn't know when. We stopped by his place (he had moved back in with his parents by then because he didn't want to stay where he was and didn't want to get a new place without my input) and he proposed to me there. We went upstairs to say goodbye to his family and his mother saw the ring (a family heirloom). She was SO excited. Everyone said congratulations and then we continued on to my mother's house.
We're getting married in fourteen months; Saturday, May 13, 2006, to be exact. I love him so much and to top it off...he's my best friend.
Sorry my story was so long...hope it didn't bore you to tears---or confuse you too much for that matter. Thanks for reading!