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i just accidentally learned that my girlfriend does on hers.

and like, she has like 3 lbs of sugar in there.

you know when it turns to grainy syrup in the bottom of the bowl?

I used to be a lot more... romantic, I guess. Mushy. And I used to always talk about "my girlfriend, my girlfriend, my girlfriend".

I guess I still kind of do that now. Anyways.

I just have to say that things have been so incredibly perfect. Ashley and I may be running out of food. Some of the things we need are too expensive to buy (like my lotion for my eczema etc.) and sometimes I can't even afford my credit card payment. But we pay our court fines, we pay our insurance, we get around, and sometimes we can even afford a little weed when we're lucky.

All those things have prices.

The love we share does not.

When I get home after a long day, she is here for me. And she takes care of me. I ask a million different things. I make her get up and down and up and down and ask for the ice pack for my hands because my skin is dry and cracked and bleeding and my feet hurt. She has come to sort of expect these things and mostly these days, when I'm home, she has them ready for me. And she doesn't hesitate. But it is so much more than that.

Ashley has been here for a year. She has been here to hold me, to kiss me, to lift me up, to fuck me (heh heh ;3), to sooth my worries, to kiss my forehead, and to fall asleep. When she got kicked out because of our relationship, I didn't hesitate to let her move in with me. And I didn't hesitate to make that permanent. And moreover, I didn't hesitate to let love in.

Now, I am not the most perfect looking, I don't always know what to say, I get angry and sad, I have PTSD and PCOS and this and that and the other. But she takes me as I am.

I have almost been with her for a year. An entire year. 

We have endured:

1:) Almost never meeting, because we started talking too soon after my previous relationship after meeting on craigslist in the casual encounters section. (Guys, she seemed interesting, but I didn't want to be in a relationship). 

2:) Letting ourselves again be vulnerable after meeting again off another dating website. Little did I know, Ashley had saved my number in her phone. When I first texted her, her phone was not saved in mine, but all of our texts were. I told her that we'd talked before, and she'd replied, "We have?" knowing the whole time that we had. She waited for me.

3:) The fear of meeting someone off the internet (though I'd done it countless times, she had never met anyone like that). 

4:) The craziest bitch we've ever met. She used to be Ash's best friend, but in the end, she fucked us both over to an unimaginable extreme.

5:) Our first kiss, our first time having sex (which afterwords, my whole house and all my friends were in the garage which was next to my/our room, and they applauded afterwords)

6:) Her mom kicking her out. And immediately, I told her she could move in. She was hesitant, so we moved her stuff half to that crazy bitch's house. Within two days, she had told Ash that she needed to get her stuff and pay her 100$. Yet again, I paid to rent a U-Haul, got her stuff, and she was officially a roommate.

7:) My older brother getting her so high she couldn't see, hear, and was on the verge of throwing up and passing out.

8:) Me getting in a fist fight with my dumbass ex-roommate.

9:) The day the cops came. We waited in our house for over an hour while the cops argued with my brother's girlfriend, and then once it got quiet (and we were hurting so bad because we had to pee) I opened my door and we had guns pulled on us.

10:) Staying under the radar while the cops looked for us.

11:) Deciding to move to Bellingham.

12:) Court; telling her mom that she had been charged, and me being allowed in her mother's presence for the first time.

13:) Proving to her mother that our love was worthy and is still worthy of being recognized and embraced. Her mother is extremely religious.

14:) Ashley getting fired. And for that matter, ever working at WDS.

15:) Moving to Anacortes (with my parents) and not being able to sleep in the same bed, touch each other, or have sex for a little over a month (that's torture for us, seeing that we'd had sex every single day since we'd gotten together). 

16:) Finding our place, me working at Subway again (which at the time was seriously super shitty), Ashley finding a job, MOVING, etc.

We are still enduring things. Poverty. Me getting into school. We had our first actual fight a couple of days ago.

And through ALL of those things, we have continued to love each other, grow, and live together in harmony.