I am very lucky to have written down details about mine and Sheri's relationship. In reading back in my other forum things that happened 3 years ago I'm left with a big ol' ??? over my head. I read things and say "I don't remember that happening!"
For all of you, my advise is write-write everything down so you don't forget anything. It's interesting to revisit your life years later and say "Wow....I totally forgot about that."
Sheri and I had a magnificent time camping. There was nothing better than waking up and having her lying next to me, looking up at the sky through the opening in the top, and her hands down my shorts.
Things didn't stay that nice though. After reading back in September she wanted to take a break for reasons I did not divulge. She just said she "needed to get [her] shit together".
There was a lot of tension between us. She was unemployed, she was struggling accepting the fact that her sister was going through chemo and losing her hair. A few months prior her brother had also been diagnosed with cancer and he had to get radiation. Life was hitting her hard and she always said that you take your stress out on the ones you love the most.
I know that I wasn't too keen on being her punching bag. Although having dealth with my sister and father both having cancer I didn't know how to console her. There would be days where she would be boisterous and happy and the next day she'd be withdrawn and sullen. I never knew what mood she'd be in when I texted her good morning.
After being unemployed for nearly 7 months in October she finally got a job at Home Depot only 15 minutes away from me. We celebrated my 24th birthday with all of my friends and when the night was winding down, or rather just starting up, my friends and I went out to the bars and Sheri opted to go home. We had gotten into a huge fight that night-she was screaming at me on the phone and I was crying to her that she was ruining my birthday.
I also was going out with my friends a lot which bothered her. During one of her lows she said that she had been so busy making me the center of her life that she had forgotten about her. She was hurt that while I was her Number 1 she didn't feel that she was mine. Let me tell you though, that couldn't have been farther from the truth. After she went back to work she also started going back to therapy. She told me once that she was angry that she felt as though she had to give up her friend Alli from Henrietta's and I didn't have to change anything.
For all of you, my advise is write-write everything down so you don't forget anything. It's interesting to revisit your life years later and say "Wow....I totally forgot about that."
Sheri and I had a magnificent time camping. There was nothing better than waking up and having her lying next to me, looking up at the sky through the opening in the top, and her hands down my shorts.
Things didn't stay that nice though. After reading back in September she wanted to take a break for reasons I did not divulge. She just said she "needed to get [her] shit together".
There was a lot of tension between us. She was unemployed, she was struggling accepting the fact that her sister was going through chemo and losing her hair. A few months prior her brother had also been diagnosed with cancer and he had to get radiation. Life was hitting her hard and she always said that you take your stress out on the ones you love the most.
I know that I wasn't too keen on being her punching bag. Although having dealth with my sister and father both having cancer I didn't know how to console her. There would be days where she would be boisterous and happy and the next day she'd be withdrawn and sullen. I never knew what mood she'd be in when I texted her good morning.
After being unemployed for nearly 7 months in October she finally got a job at Home Depot only 15 minutes away from me. We celebrated my 24th birthday with all of my friends and when the night was winding down, or rather just starting up, my friends and I went out to the bars and Sheri opted to go home. We had gotten into a huge fight that night-she was screaming at me on the phone and I was crying to her that she was ruining my birthday.
I also was going out with my friends a lot which bothered her. During one of her lows she said that she had been so busy making me the center of her life that she had forgotten about her. She was hurt that while I was her Number 1 she didn't feel that she was mine. Let me tell you though, that couldn't have been farther from the truth. After she went back to work she also started going back to therapy. She told me once that she was angry that she felt as though she had to give up her friend Alli from Henrietta's and I didn't have to change anything.
I pointed out to her that I risked EVERYTHING for her. I broke up with my boyfriend of nearly 3 years for her, I risked losing my friends with dating a woman 18 years older than me. I took the chance by coming out to my parents and nearly getting thrown out of my house. Me not risking anything for her couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Twice in a matter of a month she wanted to take a break. On Oct 29th, 2007 I wrote about how we were on the verge of breaking up. I was heart broken-she was my best friend, my world. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. Just a few days later we had the most inane conversation over AIM. We were just acting like complete fools. In the midst of our laughing she apologized for being so emotional, that she just needed this laugh.
A few days later while I was at work she called me up and I couldn't understand her she was laughing so hard. She and our friend Luis had gone out for lunch and his car was busted so his alarm wouldn't shut off. Here they are driving down major Jersey highways with his alarm blaring and she is laughing so hard she can't speak. When she laughs it makes me laugh and when I laugh it makes her laugh so we're cracking up and I hear Luis in the background going "Shut up!! It's embarrassing!!" Which only makes us laugh harder.
November 5th, 2007 marked 3 years since my sister had gone into a coma. It was also the day that my job decided to terminate me without any notice. A fine how-do-you-do since I had only purchased a brand new car 2 months earlier.
Sheri picked me up and dusted me off. That weekend we went back to Atlantic City where it was just an amazing time. The entire weekend we were spent tangled up in bed, most of the time naked. We couldn't keep our hands off of one another and the time we did venture out of our room was solely for nutritional purpose. I had said "I cannot wait to open my eyes to her. Of course opening my eyes would mean I have to close my eyes, which means either she doesn't have her hands all over me in the middle of the night or she's not snoring and keeping me awake."
That Christmas part of her present was a tour of Yankee Stadium. In realizing how long ago that was I'm in shock because I could have sworn that was only a year or so ago. I still have the picture of us sitting in the Yankee Dugout up in my living room. I remember grabbing her hand and leading her down there and I said "Look baby, we can sit where famous asses sit"
It never fails to amaze me how far she and I have come. We had gone from fighting every other day, tears, shouting, silent treatments to something constant and stable. We had to wade through so.much.shit to get where we are now. We never gave up, we never walked away (for long). We still have a long way to go, we still have some quirks to work out, but I wouldn't want to live my life with anyone else.
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