April 13th, 2011 at 04:33am
I have a lot of problems with my feelings about love. At first I thought I didn't believe in it because of what I had seen with my mom and her various boyfriends, and then what I saw from my friends relationships. Then I started dating a guy, and he said it right away, and I just couldn't say it. We broke up and this past summer I met my present boyfriend. I can say I believe in love. At first I told him I didn't believe in it, and we didn't say it ever but gradually we did.
I can't tell you if we'll be together next year, a couple of months, or even in a few days because that's how life is. I can't tell you he's the only person I want to be with because I might not be the only person he wants to be with later in life. I can't tell you where I'll be in ten or fifteen years, but I can tell you that right now I love him. He's patient and kind. He listens, and makes me happy. When we talk on the phone, sometimes we fight over silly things, but we can never get off the phone angry. He stays with me on the weekends, and I'm happy with that. During the week days I miss him a lot but I know that I can't have him all the time. I know that if we're far apart then we'll both want each other happy even if the other isn't.
I've had a hard time figuring out if I believe in love or not. My parents didn't do too great of a job with me or my siblings in that area, but I'm going to learn from their mistakes. I found someone that I love and want to be with.
I was adopted - my biological parents chose alcohol and drugs over their daughter. My parents now, I do not have a good relationship with them. My dad is always gone and my mother isn't the nicest person, let's just say. I've never felt the love of a family. My previous relationships were terrible - I was abused in some way in every single one of them. I didn't believe in love at that point either. Then this guy walked into my life, and he took me down to the police station at one in the morning to get a restraining order for me after witnessing the abuse himself. He held me while I cried. He does the sweetest things for me. He calls me every single night. He'll call in sick to work to spend the day with me; taking care of me because I'm ill. I do know that at this moment, I truly do love him. I could spend my life with him, I feel like. I know everything about him and I'm so comfortable with him. But, we are going to different colleges. A lot could happen . . He could meet someone else or I could meet someone else. We could realize we aren't in love and just care so deeply about one another. Only time will tell what will happen.