The other day I was talking to my boyfriend about when we first met. And honestly, reflecting on the way I acted and the things that were going on in my life during the beginning, I'm glad, and really lucky I have him. When he first asked me out, I denied. Not because I wasn't interested, but because I had too much shit and drama going on in my life. And the first time we hung out, I was being harassed through text messages and phone calls the whole time by friends and my ex. If I was him I would have been like 'fuck this bitch'. The first time he stayed over at my place I was still trying to maintain a friendship with my ex boyfriend, and I don't want to go into details, but I had to deal with a bunch of shit. Again, if I were him, I would have left. I'm actually so glad I have a wicked boyfriend who puts up with me, and drives hours to see me every week, even if it's just for a day.