In the 26 years that I’ve been alive, I’ve experienced what feels like more than my fair share of things gone wrong. I was born in the big city, but raised in a small podunk town amongst a class of overachievers and lead to believe in what I call the “small town mindset”. I figured I would be happily married with a kid by now and working on my Doctorate by now.
Yeah, reality set in and set in hard. I’m not married, albeit in a wonderful relationship with someone I met whilst completing my last year of college. I most certainly don’t have a kid, and it took 6 years spread out over 8 to complete just my Bachelors Degree in something I hadn’t even thought about going into when I first started.
I found myself moving back home after not being able to pay bills plus rent and I do a 2 hour roundtrip commute from there to my job in downtown Cleveland. My ex-fiance has proven to be a psychopath and it took a threat of filing harassment charges and giving him the cat back that he claims as his, despite it living with and being cared for by me for the past year to finally get him to leave me alone. I take 60mg of Paxil a day after crashing hardcore from the buildup of misery and becoming suicidal. Yeah, and to think everything seems so peachy keen now… Yes, I totally just said peachy keen 
Seriously, the medicine has helped a lot, and so has Peter being in my life. We started out as groupmates for a project and became fast friends. After talking again shortly before this past New Year’s, I got him to tell me how to ask him out without him having a clue (and no, I still haven’t figured that one out), and finally dropped a big enough hint. We got together for a dinner the second day of the new year and have been that happy, disgustingly cute couple ever since. We currently only get the weekends together, but we deal and talk constantly via text or im. My parents adore him, as do the fuzzes, who insist on sharing the bed with us no matter what.
