The Story

It all started in the produce section . . . 

Well, not quite.  The story of DJ & I meeting starts with his sister, Jenn.  She & I became fast friends working in the Call Center.  In fact, she's probably my soulmate - we share  a deep love of boys, booze & baked goods.  But, I digress...

It's October of 2008, & I've just (literally, 1 week prior) ended an engagement with someone who never should have asked me to marry him in the first place, but that's a story for another day.  I was out for a lovely afternoon at a grocery store with Jenn & Ben - which is where the produce section comes in.

The thing you need to know about me is that whenever I go anywhere I invite everyone I've ever met to come along.  I come from a very large, very close family, & that's just how we roll.  So as we're strolling through the produce section I suggest inviting Jenn's brother over for whatever concoction we dreamed up that day.  I had never met DJ before, but again, I just have a need to invite people places.  And that's how we met.


For the next few months there was a whole lot of, "I can't be in another relationship," "But Jenn, he's your brother," & "Blah, blah, blah."  Annoying, I know.

The other thing you have to know about me is that I am extremely emotional.  I don't just mean weepy, boo hoo either.  If I'm happy, I laugh - loudly.  If I'm angry, I yell - loudly.  You get the idea.  One thing about me that I'm extremely proud of is, no matter what kind of crap I've gone through, I'm not afraid to fall in love.  I truly believe that you can't find the right person until you find a bunch of wrong ones...and boy, do I know how to find the wrong ones.

Thankfully, I found the right one this time.

A lot of people had an opinion about me dating DJ because he has a disability & it would be "hard."  My opinion is, & always will be:

• What relationship isn't hard?
• My life = My business...so shut the fuck up 

We moved in together too soon,  fight like cats & dogs, share similar values but almost none of the same interests & exist on opposite time schedules (I like to be awake when the sun is shining, & he's a vampire).  I watch too much TV; he plays WOW all the time.  I toy with the idea of becoming a vegetarian; he vows to live exclusively on bloody steak if I do.  You get the picture.

But, at the end of the day, he loves me for me, & what more could I ask for?