He came into my life when Millie was only 3 months old, Millies bio father is absolutely useless. I lived in the middle of no where and accomplished this in order to move closer to her bio fathers family in order to hopefully receive more help with Mille (suffice to say this did not occur).
I was single with a new baby and lonely and knew the Boyfie through mutual friends. We were chatting on social networking as you do and with my persistence, I just thought he was so damn good looking imagine a Tommy Hilfiger male model with his sandy brown hair and rock hard abs. Me not being the slutty type decided I just wanted to be able to say I had done him, and tick that off my life list. Even my "best friend" (now total ex best friend biggest slut ever) at the time told me to leave it alone and that he was in her words "way out of my league".
But as I do I pursued and invited him over for dinner, to my shock horror he accepted. I was still sure on the day he was going to tell me "something had come up" and he couldn't make it. Yet I got a message saying "leaving now, I am on my way". This is when the panic set it. I tried to make myself look good in casual track pants and whipped up a quick stir fry, while on the phone to my friend in absolute panic. I have never done this, this is not me, what do I even do...these are just some of the thoughts that were running through my head on the day. I was prepared for total awkwardness.
As he arrived on his motorbike (yes he rides a motorbike just to add that to the ultimate sexy list) ... he hops off his bike with his black leather jacket as I slowly melt, telling myself to play it cool and convincing myself anyone that good looking had to be a total stuck up jackass.
He says a friendly "Hello" with his huge perfect smile and gives me a hug. Comes on in and we enjoy a night of dinner and a few awful movies. Which then lead on to us staying up all night banging like rabbits. And he was amazing, like next level amazing. I am not quite sure what I had experienced prior to him but he gave sex a whole new meaning. After we had tired we just lay in bed chatting, laughing and giggling surprisingly getting on extremely well before falling asleep cuddling. (I did actually think perhaps he would just leave afterwards but nope and I even got a very cute kiss on the forehead when he said good night to me). Is it strange that my one night stand had treated me better than my daughters father/ex boyfriend of 2 years had ever done??? Anyhow... I wake up at 5am to Millie and quietly sneak out to the lounge trying to let him sleep, not soon after he wandered out and this is the bit that got me. I was thinking okay so he's great in bed, incredibly ridiculously good looking and seems to be a genuinely nice person but I did not plan to fall for anyone else or have feelings develop, I had already planned for a life with just me and Millie.
Until this happened.... I make him breakfast and what does he do... goes over to Millie, moves her in her bouncer over to the deck and sits down next to her while eating his breakfast interacting with her. Oh Shit.... thoughts started to cross my mind I might actually like this guy. This guy who could have completely ignored her as her bio father usually does yet he went out of his way to include her and even interact with her.
Meanwhile during this time shortly after this "The worst night of my life" happened. I will explain this in another post perhaps later on. However to sum it up in a nutshell it involves my daughters biological father drunk and on drugs, ending with a knife and the police.
Lets just say things developed from there both sexually and emotionally. Which lead to a beautiful night with rose petals and tea light candles everywhere (his amazing romantic side which may have faded since then... but I try not to complain).
After the "worst night of my life" happened I decided it was in mine and Millie's best interests to move countries to where my mother lives to get away from her bio father so I could feel safe and have a chance at a better economy and more support.
The Boyfie was supportive all the way through our packing and moving process but we decided long distance was too hard and to call the whole thing off, this is only a few months into our relationship. It ended with a night full of tears in a cab ride to the airport where I found a page long, hand written note he had hidden in Millie's nappy bag declaring his love for me and his sadness of us leaving the country and his life.
He decided a week after we had moved he would move to join us, I did not believe he would but decided to just pay things out and see what happened. I finally actually believed him when he said something about "a bad night sleeping on the couch" after I asked him where his bed was he advised he had sold it and sent me a photo of his now empty house and his last little pieces of belongings. Okay now I chose to believe him. Due to him having to wait for the citizenship and passport process this took 6 months. A lot of bad Skype connections, crying and arguments to sum it all up. He landed on my door step about ten days early to surprise me. To my shock horror must I say, I was sick and looked disgusting in my old lady flannel pyjamas and answered the door in my underwear deliriously thinking it was the post man who yelled "Hello" in a deep unrecognisable voice. And there he was standing there at my front door with his suitcase and a big grin. Oh how I thought I was dreaming.
Meanwhile my house looks like a bombsite and I have no food because I had more than a week to turn into the ultimate housewife and prepare for his arrival, boy was I wrong. Lets just say we ended up straight in the bedroom which lasted a few hours. He loved every bit of me even if I was sick with oily hair which majorly needed to be washed and smelly old lady pyjamas. He loved every single bit of me.
3 years later and a few ups and downs... we separated about 3 months ago. My call after an endless cry begging him to try to be more financially stable for us. I was bringing in most, if not all of the income and was struggling. He can be hard to talk to so I suffered in silence trying to let him know when I built up the courage. At wits end I wrote a letter, which he refused to read and he left. I packed up and put my things into storage and moved in with my mother. Figuring this would be the best way to get over him and try to move on and not be lonely (my mother does not like the Boyfie...or really anyone for that matter, I will explain more about her later on).
Needless to say despite a few dates and trying to "get myself out there". I was lonely and empty. I missed my best friend. I saw things everyday that I wanted to tell him or that only he would understand. We get each other. So we started talking again and he felt the same, told me I was the love of his life. And I melted as I always do and we are back together and will make things work for good. He has promised to improve and his communication is already flowing so much better. I have solid faith in us working. When you meet your soul mate you will understand this connection I am describing. It is indescribable and irreplaceable. Yes he is flawed as am I, but he accepts me and Millie and loves us fully through our worst and best of times.
Millie missed him dearly and asked for him often, I tried to explain he lived in his new house now and she didn't understand. Where was her best friend who taught her how to ride her bike? Where was her best friend who would play at the park and climb with her while mummy watched? Considering he never desired children of his own he has been more than amazing in stepping in and picking up the father role that seems to so naturally suit him. And god does she love him. We are talking about a man who would send me back to sleep as a sleep deprived over tired mother and take on a 3 month old baby (that is not his), me waking up hours later to her fed, nappy changed and happy as sitting with him doing whatever he was doing. I am very thankful everyday that someone amazing came into our life and will be a positive role model for her to learn from and grow up with.
So I am at my mothers (who does not approve and does not want him at her house), and he is renting a room. Our relationship consists of constant messaging in a language only we understand, a trip out for burgers or some great food and just enjoying each others company. Oh and the sex I cannot forget the sex.
Me and the boyfie hung out today after my first attempt at driving after my car accident (8 weeks ago), I was extremely nervous and anxious but with his confidence and faith in me along with my best friends courageous messages (she now lives in another state) I made it to his house. I love my car and I love driving its like getting your legs back after losing them for 8 weeks that's the way I would describe it. I drove slow and slightly nervous but I made it and feel better already.
A quick hello and the clothing is off... an hour and a half later and we are off to get whipped cream and strawberries. We go back and laugh as we sit there and eat strawberries and whipped cream from the can while laughing and giggling and enjoying each others company.
I love him. I have felt love a few times and can honestly say I have been in love and know what it feels like. This is a whole new level of life. This is life love. This is forever love.
I will marry this man (despite his best efforts and being anti marriage). I will marry him.
So that's our story,
More soon...
Millies Mum xo
The Boyfie was supportive all the way through our packing and moving process but we decided long distance was too hard and to call the whole thing off, this is only a few months into our relationship. It ended with a night full of tears in a cab ride to the airport where I found a page long, hand written note he had hidden in Millie's nappy bag declaring his love for me and his sadness of us leaving the country and his life.
He decided a week after we had moved he would move to join us, I did not believe he would but decided to just pay things out and see what happened. I finally actually believed him when he said something about "a bad night sleeping on the couch" after I asked him where his bed was he advised he had sold it and sent me a photo of his now empty house and his last little pieces of belongings. Okay now I chose to believe him. Due to him having to wait for the citizenship and passport process this took 6 months. A lot of bad Skype connections, crying and arguments to sum it all up. He landed on my door step about ten days early to surprise me. To my shock horror must I say, I was sick and looked disgusting in my old lady flannel pyjamas and answered the door in my underwear deliriously thinking it was the post man who yelled "Hello" in a deep unrecognisable voice. And there he was standing there at my front door with his suitcase and a big grin. Oh how I thought I was dreaming.
Meanwhile my house looks like a bombsite and I have no food because I had more than a week to turn into the ultimate housewife and prepare for his arrival, boy was I wrong. Lets just say we ended up straight in the bedroom which lasted a few hours. He loved every bit of me even if I was sick with oily hair which majorly needed to be washed and smelly old lady pyjamas. He loved every single bit of me.
3 years later and a few ups and downs... we separated about 3 months ago. My call after an endless cry begging him to try to be more financially stable for us. I was bringing in most, if not all of the income and was struggling. He can be hard to talk to so I suffered in silence trying to let him know when I built up the courage. At wits end I wrote a letter, which he refused to read and he left. I packed up and put my things into storage and moved in with my mother. Figuring this would be the best way to get over him and try to move on and not be lonely (my mother does not like the Boyfie...or really anyone for that matter, I will explain more about her later on).
Needless to say despite a few dates and trying to "get myself out there". I was lonely and empty. I missed my best friend. I saw things everyday that I wanted to tell him or that only he would understand. We get each other. So we started talking again and he felt the same, told me I was the love of his life. And I melted as I always do and we are back together and will make things work for good. He has promised to improve and his communication is already flowing so much better. I have solid faith in us working. When you meet your soul mate you will understand this connection I am describing. It is indescribable and irreplaceable. Yes he is flawed as am I, but he accepts me and Millie and loves us fully through our worst and best of times.
Millie missed him dearly and asked for him often, I tried to explain he lived in his new house now and she didn't understand. Where was her best friend who taught her how to ride her bike? Where was her best friend who would play at the park and climb with her while mummy watched? Considering he never desired children of his own he has been more than amazing in stepping in and picking up the father role that seems to so naturally suit him. And god does she love him. We are talking about a man who would send me back to sleep as a sleep deprived over tired mother and take on a 3 month old baby (that is not his), me waking up hours later to her fed, nappy changed and happy as sitting with him doing whatever he was doing. I am very thankful everyday that someone amazing came into our life and will be a positive role model for her to learn from and grow up with.
So I am at my mothers (who does not approve and does not want him at her house), and he is renting a room. Our relationship consists of constant messaging in a language only we understand, a trip out for burgers or some great food and just enjoying each others company. Oh and the sex I cannot forget the sex.
Me and the boyfie hung out today after my first attempt at driving after my car accident (8 weeks ago), I was extremely nervous and anxious but with his confidence and faith in me along with my best friends courageous messages (she now lives in another state) I made it to his house. I love my car and I love driving its like getting your legs back after losing them for 8 weeks that's the way I would describe it. I drove slow and slightly nervous but I made it and feel better already.
A quick hello and the clothing is off... an hour and a half later and we are off to get whipped cream and strawberries. We go back and laugh as we sit there and eat strawberries and whipped cream from the can while laughing and giggling and enjoying each others company.
I love him. I have felt love a few times and can honestly say I have been in love and know what it feels like. This is a whole new level of life. This is life love. This is forever love.
I will marry this man (despite his best efforts and being anti marriage). I will marry him.
So that's our story,
More soon...
Millies Mum xo
