I want to share something a little different today and I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s something personal and a journey that we’ve been on for the past couple of years.
Myself and my partner have been together on and off for almost 8 years now. We’ve known each other since we were in Primary School and we lived just down the road from each other. Even our older brothers were friends and used to hang out together. We even went to high school together, he was in the year above me and I always had a bit of a crush on him.
We used to speak but it never went beyond that. Being one of the popular boys in school I never really had a chance with him. I was a bit of a tomboy and wasn’t interested in makeup until I was 15-16 years old and even then it was just white eyeliner, eyebrow pencil and mascara. When I 15 I remember we had a kiss and we didn’t really talk much after that.
Fast forward to 2010, I had just come home from spending 10 years living in Greece and he had been separated from his then wife for a couple of years. He asked a friend of mine for my number but it took him a week to get in touch and ask me out. We finally went out and got on really well and connected, then just after his birthday he cut me out of his life and ended things, no explanation, he didn’t even answer any of my calls or texts. And that was that or so I thought.
A few months later just before my sister’s wedding (July 2011) we somehow managed to find our way back together and he came along as my plus one and we had a great night. I always said to my mum and sister that he was my one and I could see us getting married and having a family of our own…..That was until 2 weeks after the wedding when we split up yet again!
We didn’t talk after that and I was ready to delete his number and never see him again, but something stopped me. It was obvious we weren’t in the same place, he worked all week and had his son (from his marriage) on the weekend and I had nothing to offer him so we went our separate ways. I threw myself into work and enjoying myself with friends. I came to the conclusion that when the time was right I’d settle down. Why not enjoy life for a while?? That was until November 2011 and I found out I was pregnant.
It was the biggest shock of my life and if you want to hear that story I can do that in another post. The day I went for my dating scan I text him to tell him I was pregnant, I thought he would react badly and unfortunately I did manage to ruin his lads holiday he was on with the news, but he was all for wanting to be part of our lives and for us to make another go of things and live happily ever after. We’ve had our fair share of happiness and upsets, we’ve been on and off so many times but somehow something just keeps pushing us back together.
We’ve been through so much as a family over the past few years, the last 12 months we had some really tough times too, but even when I’ve given up he’s still been there. We’re slowly working our way through some issues. We do get on great, have a laugh and we’re best friends. Over the past few months we’ve learnt to be more honest and open with one an other and I think this has made us a stronger unit. We’ve been talking more about adding to the family more over the last year, whenever I’ve talked about it in the past he’s not been interested and I’m so glad we’re now on the same page and want the same thing.
This is the start of our journey and I’m looking forward to sharing my experiences with you.
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you like reading these posts just as much as I enjoy writing them.