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Right and wrong are just words. What matters is what we do

6 Months

Six months isn’t really that significant to most relationships. It’s half a year, which is cool, but most people don’t celebrate or recognize it. But since Ernest and I went through the ringer to even get to this point, I thought that we should do something a little different than normal in recognition of our achievement ūüôā

Here’s the story: My ex broke up with me in March 2010. After a couple months I joined plentyoffish.com to see what else was out there, and to help myself move on from Kevin. Ernest messaged me in June (I think), and we chatted via plentyoffishmail for a month or so and then I gave him my phone number. We texted and tried to make plans, and were eventually able to find a day that worked for the both of us – July 6. We met at Tomaydo Tomahhdo for dinner, and got awesome balloon animals.

After Tomaydo Tomahhdo we decided to go to a metropark nearby (we weren’t sure what was going to happen after dinner A: In case we didn’t hit it off and B: It was disgustingly hot that day, but cooled off enough after dinner).

I hopped in Ernest’s car and we headed to Squire’s Castle where we spent a few hours talking and walking around on the trails in the woods. Neither of us wanted the date to end, so we decided to go back to my place (I know, I know…what a terrible idea for someone who just met a guy off the internet! But clearly, he is not a rapist/murderer, so my judgement was sound!) and watch Wall-E. We continued to see each other at least 3 times a week for the next few weeks.

At this point, my ex had decided that he wanted me back and was trying to prove to me that he was a changed person and that we belonged together. I was incredibly confused because on one hand I had been with Kevin for 5 years and although I wasn’t sure that we belonged together, I didn’t want to play “what if” with him. But on the other hand, we had broken up because Kevin wasn’t ready to commit and I had met Ernest, who I was clearly smitten with at this point, and didn’t want to play the “what if” game with him either. I eventually broke things off with Ernest so that I wasn’t leading him on while I tried to figure out where my feelings fell on the Ernest-Kevin spectrum.

A couple weeks later Ernest decided that he wanted me in his life, even if it was only as friends so we started hanging out again. Clearly we had feelings for each other, and “just friends” wasn’t quite working for us so this time Ernest ended things. Ernest had also decided that since we couldn’t be more than friends, then we weren’t going to be just friends either.

I had also realized by this point that I wasn’t on the same page with Kevin, and although I thought I wanted what he wanted, I was wrong. And I also had feelings for another man. So I was trying to find the best way to tell Kevin this without feeling like a total jerk.

After a few weeks of barely talking to Ernest and fighting/crying with Kevin, I finally got Ernest to agree to hang out with me. I went over to his house and had dinner with him and his parents, and then we all hung out in the back yard around their fire pit having a couple drinks and talking. His parents eventually went to bed, and Ernest and I decided to address the elephant in the room that had been there since I arrived; “us.” We realized that “just friends” wasn’t going to work for us, and not being together wasn’t going to work for us. So, enough was enough and we decided to be together, forreal.

The next day I had the conversation with Kevin, via text. I wanted to do it in person, or at least over the phone, but he didn’t want to come over or call, so text it was. I suppose text was easier than phone/in person, but in all fairness – he broke up with me over a phone call. Anyway, that’s besides the point. After the conversation was over, Ernest and I made it official on Facebook and there began our journey to today.

It hasn’t been easy, not even a little bit. But it’s been worth every struggle/problem we’ve faced and overcome. Our relationship is fun, silly, amazing, and strong.

So today we had lunch, went to a library book sale, then Half Priced books, then to the metroparks and sat by Tinker’s Creek…

…took a walk around Bridal Veil Falls…

…then went to the Tinker’s Creek Gorge Scenic Overlook on our way back home.

It was damn near perfect…the weather was absolutely amazing.



Long (no seriously, long…I am incapable of telling¬†short/quick stories) story short,¬†I love this man.¬†‚ô•

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On my way home from work tonight 2 things happen that made me feel nostalgic,

The first: A voice mail from my cousin Tyler;

The “Woogawoo” (which Tyler affectionately remembers as “Woogaboo”¬†apparently) ¬†was a creature my Grandpa O invented when we were kids.

(Sidebar: My mom’s sister (my amazing Aunt Peggy) has 2 boys. My brother, me, and my 2 cousins have birthdays exactly 18 months apart; Tim 9/9/84, Me 6/7/86, RJ 9/9/88, Tyler 6/9/90; so we grew up together, quite literally.)

So my brother, cousins and I used to take walks with our grandpa on these traintracks :

And as we took our walks, he would tell us that we had to walk on the slats, because the Woogawoo lived under the train tracks and if we fell off the Woogawoo would get us! Of course we ate it up, and loved it. I can’t even begin to count how many walks we would take with our Grandpa, and how many times we thought the “Woogawoo” was going to get us. I miss being able to take those walks with him…it is one of my fondest memories from my childhood.

The second: a Strawberry Milkshake from McDonald’s;

During my senior year of high school, I hated taking the bus – so my Grandpa D would drive me to work on the condition that I was up and ready to leave with them to bring my Grandma to work. One morning I asked if we could stop at McDonald’s to get a strawberry milkshake on the way to school from my grandma’s work. Every morning from then on we’d stop and he’d get a coffee and I’d get my milkshake. The same lady was always working the register and got to know us/our order. Then I’d have to drink it real quick before I had to go to first period because my government teacher was ¬†milkshake-nazi, and if I hadn’t finished it by that time she’d make the throw it away. ¬†I often ended up sharing my milkshake with my 2 best friends, Meghan and Tyler, so that I wouldn’t have to waste any of it. McDonald’s has since tried to fancy it up by making it a McCafe Shake and adding whipped cream and a cheery (boo!), but it tastes just the same and will forever make me think of my Grandpa.

Essentially I have the 2 best Grandpa’s in the world, and I am also lucky enough that both of them are still in my life. My Grandpa D will be in 67 November, and my Grandpa O will be 82 in May. Both my Grandma’s too! And one great-grandma.

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