The Beginning.

At 21 I should not have the drama that I do, and I shouldn't have to worry about the things that I worry about on a daily basis. My boyfriend and I have been together for four years. We knew each other in school and I hated him. He says he didn't hate me, but he sure made my life a living hell. I moved here at the beginning of eigth grade. Before the school year had begun I could already tellthat I was not going to fit in. My boyfriend had told some people that he thought I was a lesbian. In such a small town word travels fast. The few friends that I had weren't allowed to hang out with me becuase their parents had heard it from somebody else they knew. By 12th grade I was still refered to as the lesbian and people were still surprised whenever they heard that I had a boyfriend. By the time J (my boyfriend) and I had gotten into high school we didn't really see each other and never talked to each other. After 9th grade I didn't see J again until the 11th grade prom. I hadn't even thought about him, for all I knew he was dead. At the prom he was not attractive to me in the least bit. He had and his girlfriend looked as if they were eating each other. After that day I didn't see him until after we had graduated.
Living with my boyfriend G at the time, we were planning our senior trip. The plan was for my boyfriend, myself, M one of his friends, and D one of my friends (and M's girlfriend) to go to NY and go camping for a week. Everything was planned nicely and almost completely paid for.
At the last minute M's girlfriend backs out and decides not only can she not go, she needs the money back that she already put towards the trip. I left it up to M to find somebody to take her place, that somebody was J. The first time I had seen him in a year or so and he was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. Long story short we eventually fell in love and went through some extreme measures to be with each other. 4 years, 4 cars, 3 dogs, and two kids later here we are.