Topic: I have nowhere else to write this.
+Anonymous A — 12.7 years ago #30,835
I just need to let this out. I won't check it again. I'm only coming here to write this, and then I'm leaving for good to start my life.
At the age of 3 months, I was given to my grandparents. I'm not sure why, and each side of this story differs. As a child, I was given instinct to believe the ones who raised me. But as a free thinking adult, I am now, and have been, unable to confirm which side I believe to be true.
Anyhow, I was brought up in a loving home. I always had what I wanted, more than I needed at times, but I wish my biological parents had of seen me more, however I hold no grudges towards them for the past.
My childhood was interesting, I was filled with life. As I grew into my teen years I started to misunderstand myself more and more as well as the situations I was in. This continues to this day. I'm not sure if it's because of some sort of neglect I felt, or if I even felt neglected...
I am now 21 years old. My "Poppa" (grandfather) passed away March 28th of this year, while I was 20. I moved back home at age 19 to care for him and my grandmother. I knew he wasn't going to be around much longer, and forgive me if you think I'm lazy or selfish or whatever, but I wanted to be sure to be around as much as possible the last few years of his life.
After spending a lot of time working towards web design and development, I ended up at Taco Bell within a week after he died. You see, we were living solely on his income. When he died, the income went away. It was now up to me, a young adult, to take care of not only myself but my grandmother financially. I went in and worked myself to the bone. Even a job as easy as fast food can become the hardest thing in the world under the right circumstances. I depended solely on this job for 8 months and worked like crazy the entire time I was there.
After being there for 3 months, I got promoted to shift manager. My grandmother got on her feet and her disability started coming in regularly and she was able to make it on her own. So I got my own place. Then, my boss quit. My new boss ended up being one of the best friends I'd ever had. He needed a place to live so he moved in with me. I had it made. All I needed was a girl to keep me happy.
That's where le gf comes in. We'd known each other for years, but we mostly talked over the phone. Texting each other, or IMing each other on facebook. The first time we ever talked was when I was trolling facebook while drunk and living in Pigeon Forge tn. I was working and living in a motel. That was also the first time I'd been on my own, and I had moved more than 200 miles from home. She joined in on my shenanigans and we told many women to get back in the kitchen.
Well, January of this year, I was living back at home, and her father took a hard fall off of a roof while working on a house. She was scared. She called me, and I came to the hospital to visit her. This was the first time we ever made any actual human contact. I gave her a hug and held her in the waiting room as her mother asked if we needed anything to drink from the lounge.
Skip forward back to the time I got my own place. I called her and texted her for a month while there, she was hesitant to come and see me again because she had heard from her friends that I was bad about leading women to fall for me and then breaking up with them after a week or so. I got bored. What can I say?
She finally came over. I gave my boss the keys to my truck, and 20 bucks to get him and his kid something to eat. They stayed gone for a few hours and let me break the ice. When they came back, I introduced them to her and we all got along nicely.
At the age of 3 months, I was given to my grandparents. I'm not sure why, and each side of this story differs. As a child, I was given instinct to believe the ones who raised me. But as a free thinking adult, I am now, and have been, unable to confirm which side I believe to be true.
Anyhow, I was brought up in a loving home. I always had what I wanted, more than I needed at times, but I wish my biological parents had of seen me more, however I hold no grudges towards them for the past.
My childhood was interesting, I was filled with life. As I grew into my teen years I started to misunderstand myself more and more as well as the situations I was in. This continues to this day. I'm not sure if it's because of some sort of neglect I felt, or if I even felt neglected...
I am now 21 years old. My "Poppa" (grandfather) passed away March 28th of this year, while I was 20. I moved back home at age 19 to care for him and my grandmother. I knew he wasn't going to be around much longer, and forgive me if you think I'm lazy or selfish or whatever, but I wanted to be sure to be around as much as possible the last few years of his life.
After spending a lot of time working towards web design and development, I ended up at Taco Bell within a week after he died. You see, we were living solely on his income. When he died, the income went away. It was now up to me, a young adult, to take care of not only myself but my grandmother financially. I went in and worked myself to the bone. Even a job as easy as fast food can become the hardest thing in the world under the right circumstances. I depended solely on this job for 8 months and worked like crazy the entire time I was there.
After being there for 3 months, I got promoted to shift manager. My grandmother got on her feet and her disability started coming in regularly and she was able to make it on her own. So I got my own place. Then, my boss quit. My new boss ended up being one of the best friends I'd ever had. He needed a place to live so he moved in with me. I had it made. All I needed was a girl to keep me happy.
That's where le gf comes in. We'd known each other for years, but we mostly talked over the phone. Texting each other, or IMing each other on facebook. The first time we ever talked was when I was trolling facebook while drunk and living in Pigeon Forge tn. I was working and living in a motel. That was also the first time I'd been on my own, and I had moved more than 200 miles from home. She joined in on my shenanigans and we told many women to get back in the kitchen.
Well, January of this year, I was living back at home, and her father took a hard fall off of a roof while working on a house. She was scared. She called me, and I came to the hospital to visit her. This was the first time we ever made any actual human contact. I gave her a hug and held her in the waiting room as her mother asked if we needed anything to drink from the lounge.
Skip forward back to the time I got my own place. I called her and texted her for a month while there, she was hesitant to come and see me again because she had heard from her friends that I was bad about leading women to fall for me and then breaking up with them after a week or so. I got bored. What can I say?
She finally came over. I gave my boss the keys to my truck, and 20 bucks to get him and his kid something to eat. They stayed gone for a few hours and let me break the ice. When they came back, I introduced them to her and we all got along nicely.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 12.7 years ago, 8 seconds later[T] [B] #357,323
We began drinking a little, and one thing lead to another, we ended up sleeping together. As soon as we were done she started grabbing her things and getting ready to leave, but I asked her to stay. She spent the night with me that night, and stayed the next day while I was at work. When I came home I talked her into staying another night.
She went home for three days and each night I asked her to come back. She didn't believe I wanted her to, but on the third night, she came back. On this third night is when we realized we were in love.
We've been together every since, and she has lived with me.
I'm going to propose to her on the 27th of this month. No reason in particular for the date other than the fact that she'll be gone on Christmas and that's when the ring I picked out for her will be delivered.
I forgot to mention something, I moved out of my house with her and we got our own place about a month after being together. My boss stayed at my old place. He then quit taco bell in November and I stayed there until this month.
Now I am anxiously awaiting the college admissions exam date so I can get my CDL licenses.
I'm sitting here now, waiting to take her to work. She works third shift and in about 10 minutes she'll wake up and I'll be lying next to her. She doesn't know I've been up this long. I don't want her to know what goes on in my head. But right now I'm scared.
I just want some assurance that everything will be okay. I want my grandfather to tell me he's proud of me. But that won't happen. None of that will happen until I get my CDLs, and I get hired on. (Which is guaranteed through the intern program they have, but I don't count on things like this until it actually happens.)
If any of you read this entire thing, you'll see that this story has no end. That's because my life is just beginning. If your parents are alive, please... don't hate them. Appreciate every moment you have with them, because they could be gone in an instant and you might not be as fortunate to get a few last words in as I was.
And, if you find love... hold on to it. Cherish it, because it's not easy to come by. Take her in your arms and tell her everyday how much she means to you. Or he.
And most importantly, don't ever give up because you never know what the future might have in store. You might be struggling to live after losing your father, and then end up with everything you've ever wanted in the same year.
This is what helps me sleep at night.
Whether you've read this or not, I hope all of you have a nice Christmas.
-anon
She went home for three days and each night I asked her to come back. She didn't believe I wanted her to, but on the third night, she came back. On this third night is when we realized we were in love.
We've been together every since, and she has lived with me.
I'm going to propose to her on the 27th of this month. No reason in particular for the date other than the fact that she'll be gone on Christmas and that's when the ring I picked out for her will be delivered.
I forgot to mention something, I moved out of my house with her and we got our own place about a month after being together. My boss stayed at my old place. He then quit taco bell in November and I stayed there until this month.
Now I am anxiously awaiting the college admissions exam date so I can get my CDL licenses.
I'm sitting here now, waiting to take her to work. She works third shift and in about 10 minutes she'll wake up and I'll be lying next to her. She doesn't know I've been up this long. I don't want her to know what goes on in my head. But right now I'm scared.
I just want some assurance that everything will be okay. I want my grandfather to tell me he's proud of me. But that won't happen. None of that will happen until I get my CDLs, and I get hired on. (Which is guaranteed through the intern program they have, but I don't count on things like this until it actually happens.)
If any of you read this entire thing, you'll see that this story has no end. That's because my life is just beginning. If your parents are alive, please... don't hate them. Appreciate every moment you have with them, because they could be gone in an instant and you might not be as fortunate to get a few last words in as I was.
And, if you find love... hold on to it. Cherish it, because it's not easy to come by. Take her in your arms and tell her everyday how much she means to you. Or he.
And most importantly, don't ever give up because you never know what the future might have in store. You might be struggling to live after losing your father, and then end up with everything you've ever wanted in the same year.
This is what helps me sleep at night.
Whether you've read this or not, I hope all of you have a nice Christmas.
-anon
+Anonymous B — 12.7 years ago, 1 minute later, 1 minute after the original post[T] [B] #357,324
+Anonymous C — 12.7 years ago, 4 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #357,325
I'm not reading any of that.
+Anonymous D — 12.7 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #357,331
@OP
Ok, quack.
Ok, quack.
+Anonymous E — 12.7 years ago, 7 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #357,334
Thank you for that. I hope you have a wonderful life from the bottom of my heart. Merry Christmas.
+Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 12.7 years ago, 51 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #357,346
Good luck, bud.
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