So i met N for the first time face to face in April 2010. He flew to Denmark to meet me after chatting online in an online game for years. It was nothing at first, we where friends and that was it, just like everyone else was friends in the game. He was married and i was with a bloke, but non of us was happy. It started slowly with me and N becoming closer friends, staying an hour later on at night to just chat about anything and everything then one day i found him on facebook and lightning hit - from that day i knew my heart was with him but i was to scared to tell him. First of he was older then me, 12 years older, he was married, had kids and was not even in the same country. But the more we talked the more my heart was breaking and one day i just had to tell him how i felt. I had no clue how he felt and i thought he was gonna laugh in my face and tell me i was a silly 'kid' but no, what he wrote back made me drop to the floor. He have had the same feelings but thought it was just one of those 'i'm not happy in this relationship this person is giving me the attention i would like to have here'
Weeks flew by and both of us agreed that this was more than just a flirt and a fling. I broke it off with the bloke i was with and N was getting ready to leave his ex-wife but a karma wants it she found out about it and kicked him out. She logged on his MSN and saw a msg i sent him - the reply from her wasn't nice.
I might need to add to this she had cheated on N more than onces and N say's he only married her for pity.
N drove back to his hometown and lived out of his car for a few weeks from end december 09 to middle of january 10. He got a room at a homeless shelter and i moved in with a girlfriend of mine in denmark. Weeks flew by and suddenly we where standing face to face in an airport in Denmark - it felt like my heart was going to pop out of my body. From here on everything went quick, very quick. We had a positive pregnancy test by the end of April and 40 weeks and 5 days later we were parents to Lorelai.
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