So about 14 years ago, my high school boyfriend calls me and says “Let’s hang out.” I was hesitant but I said okay.
A few months later, we moved in together. Wait . . . it gets better. My ex-boyfriend called me a day or two after I moved from Columbus to northwest Ohio. He said, “Come back. I’ll come help you move. Come live with me.”
In hindsight, I should have accepted the ex-boyfriends offer. We could have had a really great life together – traveling and reading comic books. Maybe some kids. Maybe not.
On the other hand, I really dig my current boyfriend. If I hadn’t made such rash decisions 14 years ago, I may not have known him or had the same kids that I have now.
P.S. The ex-boyfriend has a blog on WordPress. Isn’t that funny? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I have a blog.