Ok am jsut going to write so may be another epic... so DH and I met in Turkey, we were both on holiday - I had just finished uni and was away with 4 of my best friends and he was down on the coast with his friends. We met on my second day, me and the girls had been at a turkish bath in the morning and headed back to the beach where we were accosted by a typical turkish sleaze ball (there are a lot!) who wouldn't leave us alone and offering (and starting despite our protests!) massages - so we went to the nearest restaurant where he was too. (I looked awful at this point, in beach clothes with oil in my hair from massage) and I had mentioned to my friend that I thought he was cute. Anyway the groups were chatting and then we agreed to go back to the restaurant in the evening for some drinks before going out.
Back at the hotel we got wrecked - we were playing drunken uno and I was losing and downing shots of vodka and cheap turkish peach schnapps (which I can no longer even smell!), I was wearing an embarrassingly small outfit at the time and we toddled in to town and met up with them (worth pointing out DH and his friends don't drink). DH is very shy and didn't really say much letting the others lead the conversation and after many more drinks one of my friends decided to take it on herself to match-make and a series of embarrassing comments followed which resulted in us being sat next to each other and awkwardly talking! Thankfully we soon moved on to the bar and the next thing I know my tongue is down his throat - anyway lots of dancing went on and despite our firm friendship pact that we would never leave one person alone or stay out (any naughties were to be done at our hotel) I was soon packing my friends off and telling them I would be fine and off I went back to DH's hotel room.
I don't remember what happened that night - I know I performed well let's say but I have no memory of it - the next morning as he walked me back to my hotel we both realised we didn't actually know each others names and he asked me out to dinner that night. Anyway, we actually both agreed to forget the night before and start again - dinner, dancing, days on the beach (like a months worth of dating in 5 days) passed and I have to say not too much naughtiness after that - although some . I saw him everyday bar one where he had to go back to his parents house in the city (which was when I realised how much I liked him as I missed him massively despite having a great night with the girls) and then it was home time and we went our separate ways - on the last day he gave me a necklace that his sister made and we swapped email addresses and agreed to keep in touch (I think both of us thought we never really would - maybe the odd email) and off we went.
WHen I got home I had an email from him, I emailed back, we started to msn and then we swapped phone numbers and I guess it really started from there - we were just friends at this point (we couldn't be 'together' if we were in different countries) but we chatted every night for hours (I was working in London at the time - 2 hours away from home) and was talking to him until 2-3 in the morning and then leaving at 5 to go to work (I was like a walking dead in the first month of my new job - oops) and then I decided to go back on my own 4 weeks after I had left (to the horror of my mum!) and see him - I went back and we had a great week together (no weirdness at all and lets say more than friends!) and it was when we were saying goodbye this time that I realised I was so completely in love with him as it was so very very hard!
Anyway I saw him every month for six months until his military service started in November - we talked about him deferring it but decided that if we could get through that then we would be together and start making plans for the future. It was a very very hard 15 months - I have so much respect for anyone with loved ones in the forces as you are constantly in fear that something happens to them - we were limited to speaking when he was free, I couldn't call him, he had to call me - there was no way of being in touch with him when I needed to talk, but saying that he called me everyday and we spoke for hours at a time, looking back while it was hard it was probably the best thing for us as we went beyond the day to day stuff and talked about everything and anything - he very quickly became that person I told everything too, who knew everything about me.
I saw him twice during his MS and when he came out we went on a holiday to Istanbul (truly magical city) which is when I realised this was forever, it was perfect, we had rented an apartment so just lived there, no big days out or touristy things just spending time together - spending our nights sat on the balcony in big fluffy white bathrobes talking about the future (God it sounds so soppy).
WE had to make some decisions - I knew I couldn't move there - I would find it too hard so he agreed to try England for 6 months and if he liked it we would go from there. We had to jump through hoops to get a visa (for anyone who thinks it is easy for people to just come in to the country - you're wrong! - they wanted out life stories!) He came over and it was tough - he couldn't work as part of his visa conditions - I had to work so he was alone for a lot of the day but we got through it and became so used to being together and were so happy that there was no way he could go back. He doesn't like it here - he loves me, my family and now Karahan but would like nothing better than for us to go back home but he has done such a great job.
He proposed on our anniversary in a kinder egg - (long standing thing of ours that everytime I went to see him in turkey there was always a kinder egg on my pillow) and that's how he did it, kinder egg on my pillow, inside was not a toy but a ring and a note asking me to marry him - 5 months later we got married, 8 months later I was pregnant and thats when I met you lot!
I never expected to fall in love with my holiday fling or someone from a different country but I am now a big believer in fate - we were going to greece until a week before when an amazing deal (£100 each for a week in a 4 star hotel) and completely changes our plans! we only went to the restaurant to escape the sleaze and it was the closest one.
DH is SOOOOOO not my type - I normally go for quite rocky, loud, tattooed types (My last bloke had 38 of them!) whereas DH is very pretty and so shy - he is also the only man who has ever stood up to me and tell me no!
We've been together almost 5 years and (cue sickness) I fall in love with him a bit more the longer I am with him - he never fails to amaze me - he is truly my rock and is the one person I trust with my life!
Anyway soppiness over - off to catch up!