So. For anyone who is interested in my life, whomever that may be, here’s a little update. Bryttian and I were married and things seemed to be just fine. We were living in Las Vegas and loved being with each other. Until one day I found out that just me wasn’t enough for him and he’d been cheating on me throughout our two year relationship. I gave him chances to redeem himself, all of which he burned down. When I told him I was leaving, he raped me in a pathetic attempt to get me pregnant and make me stay. Luckily, he’s infertile or something. I divorced him after six months and three weeks of being married.
After that, I moved up north to Montana where a friend of mine in high school was living for some time. She and her new husband helped me get back on my feet and help me cope with what I had lost. However, it broke me. To think of all that he did to me and how it affected me split my fragile mind apart to develop split personality disorder. Since then, I’ve been coping and finding ways to stay in control. Every day is a battle.
Since then, I had been working and trying to make myself something out of nothing. I know how to adapt and survive so I used it to my benefit for a full year.
About two months ago, I met a man named Joseph. He and I share a birthday which got us talking. He’s been through a lot of the same things I have and has been helping me figure out my triggers and how to handle myself if anything is to happen. He makes me feel safe and sane, something I’ve always done myself. He has a lovely daughter whom I adore and she adores me. Unfortunately, he lives in New York. So, after debating with him for a month on it, I moved out east and got a transfer for my job. I love it here and I love being with him.
Today while we were lying in bed, he looked over at me and told me, “One day, I’m going to marry you.” Considering both of us aren’t fond of the idea of marriage, it meant quite a bit hearing those words from him. He makes me happy. I just wish I could be enough for him. He’s so imperfectly perfect, he’s not afraid to show me his real colours like Bryttian was. He’s different. And with my grandmother’s approval and his family’s, it has to be different than before.
I’m in love with him, my Joey.
