How I met the love of my life Part 1

Not really naughty... I just wanted to tell how I met the man of my dreams and what I love about him.

It starts a few years ago. I was working doing home care for the elderly at the time, had recently had a daughter with my first long-term boyfriend of probably about 4 years at the time. I would kiss my daughter goodnight and head out to meet my co-worker at our first client.

I should mention at this point that I was not very happy in my relationship. Me and him (we'll call him S) met through friends and both smoked weed. We ended up drunk one night and things just started from there. I had actually been thinking about ending the relationship when I found out I was expecting my daughter (unplanned but not unloved). Obviously, I knew I couldn't end things with a baby on the way, so I accepted my fate and stayed.

Back to the story. The route that we used to drive round the clients houses passed a little garage that we would sometimes stop at to get a drink, snacks or whatever. That's where I first saw him. He worked behind the till in the garage. Straight away I found him attractive. Red hair, beard, stretched ears, tattoos. He ticked all the boxes. Never really thought much of it, just thought he was sexy. We would stop at the shop quite often so I would always have a little perv at him.

Anyway, a few months down the line. I had left the company I worked for to go work in a residential home instead. Things at home weren't great. I had come to really dislike S. He's not a bad guy, but I was just so fed up of being with someone I didn't love. I was at home one night scrolling through Facebook when I noticed the guy from the garage (we will call him W) had commented on a mutual friends status. Obviously, being the huge pervert I am, I mentioned to our mutual friend that his "ginger friend was pretty sexy", to which he replied that I should add him on Facebook. I thought, why not? I added him, had a little perv over his pictures and again, didn't really think much else of it.

Fast forward almost 2 years. At this point Im at an all time low. I was miserable at home and in my relationship. I had grown to despise S. Couldn't stand him touching me, couldn't bare to be in the same room as him. I even hated the sound of him breathing. I was utterly miserable. It was Christmas day 2014. We had gotten up early and opened presents with our daughter, been to see family, stuffed our faces with Christmas dinner. But I was still miserable. We all ended up at my mother's house for drinks that night, and I ended up pretty tipsy. It was around 1am and I was stood outside smoking when I noticed a facebook notification. W had commented on my picture of the PS4 I had gotten for Christmas. Well, for the past 2 years I've liked his pictures and his statuses on Facebook. Seemed really funny and it seemed like we had a lot in common, but I had never actually spoke to him. Like I say, I was pretty drunk and seeing his name on my phone just made me think "fuck it" and I tapped out a message saying "Hey" and sent it. I didn't really give it a second thought and enjoyed the rest of the night. By the morning I had completely forgotten I had even sent the message until I looked at my phone and saw the little chat bubble pop up. He has written back...

"Hey beautiful. How are you?" He'd written. That's how it all started. Straight away we were non-stop messaging, and it didn't take long for things to get heated. I didn't know if it was the lack of sex/interest in my relationship or what, but OH MY GOD this guy was something else. We sent messages for a few days and I found myself constantly thinking about him. That's when I realised, this random guy that I have never actually met properly, has made me laugh and smile more in 3 days than S had done in 8 years. I was torn in two. I desperately wanted to be happy, and I felt like I could be really happy with W, but it meant I had to break S's heart and my daughter would be stuck in the middle of it all. I never stopped messaging W though.

After about 3 weeks of messaging each other, I went shopping with my friend and opened up to ger about everything. How unhappy I was at home, and how I had been messaging W. She told me it was pretty obvious my relationship with S was dead, and I should do the right thing and go with my heart. I knew she was right and I broke up with S that night. It was the most awful thing I've ever done, I felt guilty for causing so much hurt, but I needed to do it, I just knew I couldn't stay anymore. (Luckily after a few months he accepted it, and we actually now get on quite well for our daughters sake)

By Anonymous

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