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by anotherfunnyguy at 8/20/2008 8:01:14 AM
what should i expect? i was in a relationship. a relationship of nine and a half years. and it was perfect. i had the bestest friend anyone could ask for. we could just sit there in silence and know what each other was thinking. we both shared the same dreams and the same goals and they were both planned with each other in mind. we were lovers and best friends. in that whole nine and a half years weve been through so much. we stuck by each other when we were at our lowest. i felt invincible. WE felt invincible. we were like 2 halfs to the same brain. we finished each others sentcnces and had the same exact ideas. we completed each other completely. we were like the dynamic duo. i was so proud to say that she was mine. i was never ashamed to anyone because nomatter where i went this woman was in charge. id say she was the strongest woman ive ever known besides my own mother. shes been through hell and then worse and then back. but everyday she had a smile. everyday she reached out to help someone else even way before herself. i never understood how people could be alive that were this kind and nice and loving anywhere on this planet. she was awesome and we were awesome. i mean we had the same routine everyday. it was kinda like clock work. shed wake at 630 and go pack my lunch for the day. then she would come into our room and get my clothes ready on the bed for me. then she would crawl into bed and wake me in one of either two ways just because she knows how much i hate mornings and even though she hated them too it made her happy to make me happy and not be grumpy in the morning. then id hop into the shower while she cooked me breakfast. id come out and she woulod have me some coffee made in a styrophone cup togo and a cup of juice or something and bacon and eggs with the toast and all. now while was growing up this kinda stuff only happened on sundays once a month. every other day it was cereal. so i eat real fast and grab my lunch and give her a kiss goodbye. then she would get the meat out of the fridge or put something in the crock pot or something for dinner later that night. i was never used to haveing 3 square meals a day. everyday. i mean i was poor. we barely had food. shit was tight. it was always hamburger helper or encore dinners or pizza or something. none of this real mashed potatoes and fresh veggies that werent from a can or salads and dinner rolls with every meal. let alone a table set with the folded napkins and proper placement of the silverware EVERYNIGHT. i still dont know where the silverware goes. oh yeah back to what i was saying. id get to work and id be there for like and hour or two and i would head straight for my lunch bag. id have snacks and fruit cups and candy and like three drinks. like two sandwiches or a big a** plate of leftovers. my lunch would be packed in a brown paperbag everyday with my name on it and a heart with a smiley face on it. so id tear up like half of my lunch and there would be like little notes saying have a nice day and i love you and all that mushy stuff. and i would go abouyt the work day in a normal manner. i would get home and maybe catch a smoke and grab a beer and sit down and wait for her to get home and as soon as she would walk in the door it was like we havent seen each other in weeks. it was the biggest hug and kiss i could ever get. and then she would grab a smoke and then jump right on making dinner while i showered. we would sit down at the dinner table everynight and talk about our day and what we went through pretty much just talk like best friends do. we were like a family with no kids or marriage. then after dinner she would always grab the dishes and take them right to the sink and put the left overs away and pull out some kinda dessert. always something different. it could have been something simple like jello to a full on devils food cake with ice cream and all. then shed do the dishes. id always fell guilty that she did it all the time but whenever i asked she would insist on her doing it. i still never understood that. she would have all the fancy tupperware thingys and pack it all up good and freeze some for later and make a lunch up with the rest or make up dinner plates for another night. then we would just sit and watch tv for the rest of the night. she would always go to bed at like 10 on the dot. i always said she was gonna turn into a pumpkin while shes walking to bed. when she got into the bedroom it wouldnt be but five minutes till i her her call my name. id go in and shed say 'can you tuck me in'. andi had this thing where i would lay her on her back and put the covers over her and tuck the sidein soo tight that she couldnt move her arms to get out. and i would say can u move. and she would say no. then id say good and then i would jump ontop of her and tickle the crap out of her. then i would give her her kiss and you know what. then i would go back to the living room and mess with the computer or watch tv till like midnight or whatever. then when i went to bed. now this is what i miss the most. i would just crawl intobed and put my arms around her and her hair would be in my face and i would just look at her and wonder sometimes. why me. i was the center of this womans universe just for being me. i could do no wrong. she told me everyday on her way home from work she would get butterflies because she couldnt wait to see me. now. she said she loved me more and more everyday. i just didnt understand it. i would just hold her till i got tired and then id give her a kiss and turn over and go to bed. and then next day it was exactly the same. everyday. this woman just didn not stop. she was always the one organizing the family parties and she remembered everyones birthday. she was like a walking birthday reference guide. she had to get everyone a gift. even if it were as simple as a card. even on christmas we had like a three page gift list. everyone and there brothers friend got something. of course our bills were behind during the holiday months but as long as her third grade teacher got a gift basket it was ok. she went out and got every one that went to my family christmas party a gift then forced me to dress like santa clause. yes literally forced me. like she got the santa outfit before she even asked me. and said ok here put this on before we go. and then pulled out my jolly old sack full of gifts. i was like wtf. but i did it. and i showed up at the party and noone even knew about it. and it took people a while to recognize it was me but they were all shocked and all the little kids were like santa! they all sat on my lap and told me what they wanted.
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