Humans are curious. It seems that is just something in our nature. Whether fear prohibits curiosity or not, seems to be another characteristic.
Everyone wants to know an individual’s history. However, most don’t ever ask. A lot of people just like to assume. We all know what happens when you assume.
No one has ever asked, and no one probably ever will; but, to waste some time I will write my history for you to read, and judge if you wish, throughout the next couple of lines.
I was born in Tennessee, raised in Georgia. I have moved around a lot, and this seems to be the place that I have stayed the longest. My mother walked out when I was young, and my father was left to care for my brother and I. She occasionally made reappearances during holidays, i.e. Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas. My dad remarried, and in fifth grade, as a family, we decided to cut our losses with my birth mother. My step-mom adopted us. She has alllllways been my mom. I am really close with her.
I was just your normal child and an even more normal teenager. Nothing too crazy has ever happened to me. No major surgeries, world records, weird talents. My senior year, I met Jay. We started dating the tenth of April 2009. Two years later, he would propose on June 9th, 2011. Shortly after that, he would join the Marine Corps.
Jay is all those cliche love sayings that you read on tumblr. At least, to me anyway. :] He and I are basically like oil and water. We are really quite different; but, we work really well together. He is mine, and I am his.
He left for boot camp at Parris Island December the 12th, 2011. He graduated on March the 9th and we got married on March 17th, 2012. (Yes, I know it was St. Patty’s day. Don’t remind me.) That’s really as up-to-date as I can give you.
This is my story. This is where I stand.
Hopefully, this will spark interest. I am outgoing, and always looking for a new friend to chat with. You know where my ask box is. :]
