oh man, finally something I can write about!!
Firstly, the love of my life is Dane. We met online in 2001 in an RPG run by his cousin. I was fourteen years old (he was 17) and I fell in love with him way back then. Through Middle and High School, I never had a boyfriend because my heart always belonged to Dane - and deep down in my soul I knew that someday we were going to be together.
We had our ups and downs over the years (as you can imagine in a long distance relationship), both personal and family wise. I hadn't talked to Dane in a year, maybe a year and a half because of a spat and then my cousin Cody went into a Diabetic Coma. The whole family was at the hospital that night (I had been drinking that night and had to have my mom drive me) and we thought he was going to die. His bloodsugar was over 1800 and over the two weeks he was out he had two heart attacks. Dane was the first person I called.
A year later, my mother had left me homeless to move in with her new boyfriend and I ended up living in my Uncle's living room for six months. For my 19th birthday, my Grandma bought me a plane ticket to Vermont and finally, for the first time, I met Dane. Leaving him a week later was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do - and from then on I knew where I belonged.
I moved to Oklahoma the next month to stay with my father (it was closer than Alaska to Vermont), I spent six months there saving money while working at CiCi's Pizza and bought my own plane ticket to Vermont. In April 2007, I was finally home where I belonged - here with Dane. We've been together ever since
It's so rare to hear about people meeting online and actually staying together, but it happened for me and it's so amazing because I couldn't picture my life without him in it.
However, I've made sacrifices for the love I sought. When I left Alaska, I left a $12 an hour job and my Ferret, Kodo. Some of you may remember when I got him for my 16th birthday - I posted about him a lot here on the TP back then.
When I was living with my uncle, I didn't want to bring him into that environment. Tony had a Pitbull, and American Bulldog and was known to be abusive to people and animals, so I asked my mother to take him for awhile. Her promise to me was that she would take care of him until I got to Vermont, when she would send him back to me. My first Christmas here, Dane's mom was going to pay for everything on both sides to get him here as my present, and my mother refused saying that "it's not fair for you to ask for him back". That was two years ago.