The most significant romantic relationship in my life lasted from February 10th 2007 to sometime in late June 2008. It became an on again off again complicated mess with ties being cut multiple times and broken promises of silence for another year. And while the relationship was never abusive, it sort of became the way in that messed up second year. No, never physical. He never hit me or land a hand on me in a hurtful manner. It was that sneakier way of abusing someone, that kind that sticks around much longer than the person. That's why, now over a year later, I'm still feeling it.
I'll take you back to the beginning. We met the summer of '05 and Mike was immediately smitten with me. Unfortunately I had a boyfriend, that was the summer I met my first real love and I couldn't be bothered with another guy. We didn't speak until the following year, around the end of my relationship with my first love. Once it was over, we started hanging out and I began to feel for him what he did for me and we started dating within the month. It seemed like the perfect relationship to me. I was with someone who had been in love with me from the time we met and absolutely adored me. We found out we had walked around each other all our lives. Our fathers knew each other, drug connections but this the early 90's, I lived next door to his grandmother, his best friend was the brother of my brother's best friend. His older sister even baby sat me a few times. To me, it seemed like fate. He became my whole life, he was my best friend, I saw him everyday. So when he proposed that summer, I said yes. I honestly believed we belonged together and we'd spend our lives together. We got in a car accident in the end of August and if I hadn't swerved he would've died. To my surprise, he stayed with me so I started my senior year of high school engaged and was happier than ever.
My lack of posts lately has been because I was away for a Christmasy family getaway to the mountains. It put me in the best Christmas spirit and I sang carols to my family's dismay. Apparently it's an embarassment to be seen with a 21year old girl in a Ravenclaw hat singing Christmas Carols, who knew? It's just everything was decorated up the bum for the holiday and snow was everywhere, it was beautiful. And that's saying something coming from me, I hate snow with a burning passion. We went to the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina, which is apparently the largest home in the States. I'm talking 8700 acres of land and 4 acres of floor space within the house. Dude wanted a long driveway and got one, 3miles long. He had a pond, lagoon, river, tons of gardens, a farm, and winery. Wine tastings by the way are awesome, my first ever! At least the property was donated and made into the first national park.
Oh, tons of movies have been filmed there, too. Let's talk about Richie Rich. Remember his huge house? That completely awesome one with the large rooms and massive front yard with the cool fountains? Yeah, that was the Biltmore house. I was in Richie's house, go ahead be jealous. I would be. I loved that movie growing up and it blew my world when I was told it was the same house.