I, 29f, was born to white trailer trash parents, aged out of the foster system, and married the first person who was ever nice to me in an elopement wedding. If you think that sounds bad, AMA.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist the eye catcher!

I asked him, and he’s okay with this, I would never talk about our relationship without making sure he’s comfortable with it. I may be vague on certain things, but I guess I just feel like I want to share my story with a wider audience, and maybe give people some hope, because no matter how hard it is, there will always be someone who will understand you.

My husband and long time best friend saved my life, and the story is so long that I decided to do it in ama format.

I also got permission from one other person who is so open now about sharing her story. I absolutely had to, and you’ll know what I mean in a minute All that I have to say, if the right question is asked, is something you might find hard to believe. I understand, but I swear by everything, because you just can’t make this stuff up.

If this doesn’t make sense. Let me start you out with where it all began, and you can ask me anything from then to now:

When I was 16, I had been in the foster system since I was 2. I had absolutely no surviving relatives, and no friends.

Until I was about 12, my various foster siblings would bully me into everything from taking the fall for contrband to being a lookout when they were stealing. I never wanted to, but I was desperate for acceptance. No one ever really cared about me, and I’ve always been so freaking caring about others, to a fault, and between that and getting teased and bullied in my various schools over my situation, I didn’t have any real friends until I was 16.

On my first day of my junior year of high school, I had been moved to my final foster home in my new town. This was the first town and time in my life I found happiness in my life, and where I live with him to this day.

So on my first day of my junior year of high school, I go into the library, before the opening bell rings.

I see this guy, 6’4, says he reached full height shortly before this! Medium muscle tone, not a string bean by by no means fat. Short buzz cut read hair, now has a light beard. He caught my eye just because he stands out, and I approached him, pretty shyly, to ask if he knows where my first class is.

I, 5’8, thin, curly shoulder length blonde who hasn’t changed much either, was wearing cheap hand me down and goodwill will clothing, have a soft but kind of unintentionally whiney voice, and felt so scared, alone.

And although we didn’t start dating until we were 24, we became unseperable.

And when I, for some reason decided to approach this big fucking dude for directions, I had no idea that my life was about to change forever.

Ask me anything, but I’m gonna consult with him and make sure he’s comfortable. 🙂