How we met

Hmmmm........ where to start. Well we both worked in my home town at a Perkins Restaurant as servers. He was going to college and i well let just say being a rebellious 17 yr old not wanting to listen to God's voice. I wanted to party and he had a house to partying in.There was no 'LOVE' at first sight nor 'SPARKS' in my eyes. Just plain old let me use your house so I can party and not get caught. He was quite and not like the other guys. I had allot of guys that pursued me at that time but only wanted one thing or a relationship. I want neither. I was a little out of control at that time in my life. I felt let down by God and was going to go my own way. He would say that I was reckless and had to take care of me as I partied, he never took advantage of that. He says to this day he felt like he had to watch out for me or I could have gotten myself into some bad situations. Still just a friendship I trusted. As days passed, then months we started to date and fall for each other (but with limitations because I never wanted to marry or fall in love). I had plans to get my life on track and go back to YWAM. There was a point that I realized I had some how fallen in love with him. So I moved 3 hours away from him. It always worked in the past with guys I liked, I moved. See guys can't handle the distance in relationships. But the more we were apart the closer it brought us together. We would talk on the phone he would send me cards, mail, and drive on weekends to come see me. I was lonely with out him, my plan was not working. lol He told me hes was moving to a different state to go to school........I had to go with.I honestly thought that we would eventually break up we were both 18, young. I was bored and looking for a new adventure. 2 months into my new adventure he proposed.......OK that sounds exciting (starting to dream). We drove home to show everybody my ring and our news (i will tell  you story later). 3 months into my adventure I found out I was pregnant. Devastation. My world flipped upside down and dreams shattered. (another story later). He was great. He fought for me and stuck with me.That was a real true test of who he was. I struggled with depression, shame, guilt. A boy at 18....he stepped up to the plate, he must have REALLY loved ME! How lucky was I.