Now you may or may not read this, but it's important to know the facts. 3 years ago, I was a lonely depressed female with a bag attached to me who cried to her mother almost nightly that no man was ever going to come along and love her for who she was on the inside and ignore the outside and all the chronic problems that go along. I learned very quickly person to person dating just was NOT going to happen. So at 20, I was scrolling through Bumble, Hinge, every app. Then Facebook dating came out. I scrolled across this man and I decided to give it a chance. We talked for awhile and we had one date in Owensboro at Bar Louie. He brought me flowers even though I was an awko taco that night. We walked around and that was the end of that. We said our goodbyes, he was a gentleman got my door for me and waited until I was gone before he left....although I'm not sure his suburban started right away.... After that we talked awhile and I just didn't feel a connection. I told him the honest truth that we were in different places and that i needed some time to think about it (and so I blocked him #1). Fast forward I don't know how many months, but we went on a second date after he reached out to me and he seemed like he had matured and manned up a bit so I agreed. This time we met in Evansville. This time was different, I felt more of a connection, more of a talking conversation instead of just staring at each other and we got to know much more about each other. But, something didn't feel right at all. A few weeks later, I did the thing I promised him I wouldn't do: I broke his heart again (I blocked him #2). I never forgave myself for that day, but I learn to cope with it. I still struggle and look at him in amazement and wonder how such an amazing man gave it a third go. About a year and a half later, something told me, you need him. Nothing felt complete without him. So I friended him on facebook. He made the first move because I was petrified he hated me. Of course he didn't, but there was no longer any trust. It took months and months for him to trust me again. It was from the beginning again. Finally, we got to the point where we both knew how serious I needed him in my life. We knew it was a death to alive situation because he knew how sick I was and I knew how bad things got with him after I left him. He promised me that day that no matter how bad things got, he would never leave my side (...I blocked him #3 but very short time). He's stayed true to that word, and I couldn't be more thankful. I agreed with him and told him those exact words. Since that day, he moved in, he proposed, we've laughed, joked around, cooked, grown closer, found that our love is deeper than it ever was. We both take care of each other in the ways we both need: physically, mentally. and emotionally. we're a team. We'll always be a team. No matter what; no one can break us down because we have our walls built and with him being the first line of defense,, there's no way to break the barrier. And when it's his turn to be broke, I'm the first line of defense.

My mom always promised me if I waited patiently someone would come along and treat me like the princess I deserved to be treated like after everything I've been through, and she's right.

PS....this sounds all cute and fluffy.......but between those dates, I publicly apologize for Facebook blocking you 3 times, and accidently throwing my engagement ring away and buying a new one....and for constantly being Hurricane Erin...and your passenger pest (even though I'm just your passenger princess)

We've been through hell and back just to get here..but I love you no matter what!