Relationships

Relationships

My relationships and love life is not exactly normal or mainstream, and its not widely accepted either, but before I can explain why I say this I need to talk about my wife, and love. The rest of the story will come later, for now this is all about my lovely wife. 

M- The Wife

Our adventure began when we met our freshman year of college. We were not close friends, but more of acquiescence; we saw each other from time-to-time either at a meal with our friends or at a school related function. 

The story of how we started dating is a long and complicated one, but the short version: we matched on a dating app and was confused because she thought I only liked men, I finally confessed and accepted that I was bisexual, we refused to tell each other how we felt until we were given an ultimatum by a friend, we started hanging out together more, and it became official that we were dating. Neither of us really asked the other to be our significant other nor did we really have a first date. We declared of relationship started on February 23, 2013. 

Between her trying to get into nursing school and me trying to stay afloat with my school work, our relationship seemed like more of a friendship to others. Once I got comfortable with the idea that I was dating another women (after a relationship gone bad in high school), I finally opened up and we started acting like a couple in public; not a lot of PDA, but hand holding, hugs, and flirty text messages. 

Our first kiss though is a story that I laugh at a lot, and sometimes I am still embarrassed happened. 

It was a couple months after we had officially started dating, and things were finally settling with classes and I had a night off from my duties as an RA. A group of her friends were planning a study session, and M asked if I could come too, they all agreed and we met that night in the friends room; not much studying got done, we ended up watching one of Jeff Foxwothy's comedy shows instead.

One of the rules of the resident halls was all guests had to be escorted in the buildings, and because I didn't not live in this building M went with me to the lobby to see me off. We were in the elevator together chatting, she pulled me toward her (I knew that she wanted to kiss me) and I freaked out so I laid my head down on her chest and gave myself an internal pep-talk. When I looked up at her, to this day I still don't know who made the first move, we kissed. It started off as a simple kiss and then heated up, by the time the elevator made it the lobby we were pretty much making out, and when the door dinged and opened it startled us both. 

We broke apart, and I turned toward the door and there on the outside stood a group of like six guys watching us make out. I turned bright red, rushed out of the elevator and outside with M following me. We just laughed it off, I told her I would tell her when I made it home and left. 

Funny right? A first kiss turns into a make out session and has an audience. 

Fast forward two years, M graduated college in May and I in December, because of this semester difference our relationship became long distance. She went home to Kansas City to start her career as a nurse while I went home to Rogers, Arkansas to student teach and start my career as a teacher. 

Long distance is not easy, and we had our struggles; trying to find time to travel to see each other, communication, sex, feelings of being unwanted. We worked through them with help, love, and support from our friends and some of our families. 

I lived with my sister for a year and eight months before deciding that I had had enough with the long distance relationship. I found myself a cheap(ish) apartment in Kansas City and moved in August of 2018. Life got a little easier being closer to my love, but we still had struggles; her family did not accept me because of my lack of male anatomy. 

In March of 2019, in the middle of her cousin's engagement M decided it was time for her to start looking for a place of her own, but she didn't want it to just be hers. On March 30, 2019 after a long morning of house tours and talking to a realtor M asked me to be her wife.  

It wasn't a big out in public thing, we had just got back to her house and I was working on getting things in order for her to go talk to the bank about a loan when she decided it was the right time. Her reasoning was she couldn't picture buying a home without me by her side and that I looked cute with my red cheeks and chunky sweater. 

In June we officially became home owners and moved in together (her parents were not happy with this because we were not married yet). It took us forever to get unpacked and settled into our new home, but we did it and we finally set a date for the wedding. 

October 26, 2019 had finally come and in front of both of our families and friends we vowed to be each others best friends until we died.