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I was best friends with a handicapped girl growing up. She was in a wheelchair because of MD, but she was actually pretty beautiful and smart.
Her parents, however, weren't the best people. Her mom didn't care about anyone except her boyfriends. She was always out on weeknights and would leave my friend alone to fend for herself, even though she couldn't do pretty much anything on her own. Her dad was a Trump supporter and a classic redneck who used vulgar language. He was not a great guy. Her parents would often refer to her as "the crip," which she didn't find funny.
Anyway, sometimes I would go after school, and we would hang out. I would make us dinner, we would hang out, watch a movie, and we would chat late into the night. She was the type of girl that I could talk about anything with, which was pretty rare for me since I'm prety socially awkward.
One day, she asked me if I would go to prom with her. I honestly hadn't seen her in that way before, so I asked her to give me some time to think about it. She understaood. That night I went out for a drive. I thought about it and this was the person who I spent the most amount of time with. This was the person I cared about more than anyone else. This was the person that I definitely wanted to go to prom with.
Today, that woman is my wife. I couln't be any happier with my decision to marry her and to go to prom with her ten years ago. Yes, I am her primary caretaker, and sometimes I feel like it's a lot to handle, but she does so much for me too. She has given me the confidence of a lubricated swan. She has made me understand the value of slowing down. She has the most beautiful reading voice. There are innummerable things to love about her, and I'm proud that she's my wife.
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Everyone thinks that policemen are the bad guys but give them a chance! I'm going to tell you my story about a cop who saved my life. One night, I was homelss. It was in the middle of the night, and I was drugged up and tired. I was sleeping under a bridge, and along comes this cop. What does he do? "Get in," he says. I do as he says, thinking that he's taking me to jail. Nope. He took me to his family home. Turns out, he had a spare bedroom that he had set up, and he let me spend the night there. He told me to shower, gave me a hot meal, put his hands on my shouders the next morning and said, "I know you're better than this." After that, I turned my life around. All thanks to him.
I met a woman on a daing site. She wanted to cut through the red tape and meet that weekend. So, we planned to meet for coffee/lunch at a neighborhood cafe.
I arrive early and find that she is already waiting. We sit our down and start talking.
Shes fit and professional. She mentions that Im not overweigh, and she likes that. Everything sounds great so far.
To be honest, the whole meal was pretty great. We talked, laughed, and smiled at each other. I thought, "Wow, this might actually work out."After we're done, we go for a walk outside. She asks me if I want to spend the day together. I explain that I would love to, but I have a family gathering for my nephew's graduation. She looks dead at me with a stare.
She says, "Are you serious? You would rather go to a family party than be with me?" I explained that, "No, Id prefer to be with her, but I gave my word that I would be there." I dont just blow things off for personal reasons. She shook her head and said, "Whatever" and walked away.
I got a follow up message online telling me that she would give me one more chance. I politely declined.
Breaking up is hard to do.
And when you get the law involved, it's even worse. But sometimes people don't need the law's help to make things overcomplicated, they just have a grand ole time making that happen themselves.
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