I'm happily married, very happily.
I dated (using the word very loosely) some off men. There was the one who had a bet with a group of mutual "friends" that he would be the one to have sex with me first.
The one who repeatedly made me feel crap, just so i would be grateful for a nugget of attention. "Million, if you stopped eating as much, you'd look so much prettier" etc. Looking back,I was a fool to put up with it all.
The one who snorted Pro-Plus off the uni table. He was arrested recently for drug dealing apparently.
Then I met DH. He makes me feel beautiful, and sexy, even when I look crap.
He can wind me right up, so I'm laughing but not in a good way, the way which screams "I'm going to kill you". He doesn't think about what needs to be done without being reminded.
He is so laid back, it makes me (a control freak) stabby.
we've been through a lot, more than most people my age (27) have. I trust him with my life. I can tell him anything. He doesn't understand my crazy, but he tries to. He's wonderful.
We do have in jokes, and he kisses me every day.