She came from a pretty messed up family. Not as bad as some but there was some pretty gross stuff going on. We dated for a long time, maybe 7 or 8 years. We got married, she was safe. And she started to grow and seek therapy. She grew into herself and it turned out we didn't love each other anymore.
TRaSh 80 squad in the house. My uncle was a nerd and gave it to me thereby fostering my inner nerd. 2 floppy drives of goodness.
Shit. I blame it on the massive dose of NyQuil I was on at the time.
I'm surprised they're still around.
Actually it's not even good for that. Too much polyester.
Ha. To be fair, it was a joke gift, and I've only worn it once, to the givers house. I only keep it because every now and then I leave it out when we're going out to tease my wife.
Yeah. We had a kid so we were more co-parenting than anything. We stayed friendly. Well, after a while. I was pretty hurt but eventually it all passed. And now I'm way better off. Im married again and this time I can tell it's for keeps. We have our ups and downs but we both want it to last so we each work hard at it. Also, after all the child support, and kid coming of age after some pretty rough teen years, there was some heavy feelings and drama. My wife and I made an agreement that we'd never divorce; there could be a gun and a shovel either way, but no divorce.