Disclaimer: This post was originally created by the former owner of this blog, Katie, who is no longer a part of this blog. Anything written on this page has no reflection on the views or opinions of the current owner of this blog.
I have gotten lots of questions asking what makes me so “experienced” that i know so much about love, and various other questions.
A while ago, I set up an application for people to become advisors on my advice column. So, I figured I would answer lots of questions by just posting my answers to the application (well, just the important parts, really);
Name; Katie
Age; Eighteen
Your views/philosophy on love; See this.
Your experience in love/relationships; I always dreamed of falling in love since I was a little girl, and throughout middle school, I was practically desperate to find a boyfriend. However, I didn’t have my first love until the summer after my 8th grade year.
I still am not really sure if it was truly “love” but I know that my feelings for him were very strong. We had met on aim originally when I was 12, but when I turned fourteen, I had gotten a cell phone. So we started texting and that’s when I fell for him. His name was Greg, and he lived all the way in Illinois while I live in New York. We fell for each other fast and talked all the time. However, we didn’t officially date until October 9th. I was insanely happy, and we planned for him to drive up and see me the next summer. That relationship only lasted a month and a half before he cheated on me. I spent 6 months being crushed, and still hung up on him. I didn’t really have interest in anybody else but him. On May 9th, we got back together.
We lasted for a while that time. Summer came around, and his mom wouldn’t let him drive up here and see me. So, we counted on the next summer because he would be eighteen, therefore she couldn’t say no to him, really. We spent 8 months together relying on texting and phone calls, and then I caught him cheating on me again. So, we broke up again mid-January. At that time, I had decided I was going to break it off as his friend as well, and never talk to him again.
Fortunately, I had started liking this other guy towards the end of our relationship anyway. So, a few days later, I had my first kiss with this other guy. His name was Taylor. We spent a couple weeks just flirting and kissing and having fun. And the, he got sent to a group home and I didn’t see him for a month. I waited for him, but I was visited by an unpleasant surprise. Whence he came back, he changed. He became more aggressive, and I suffered because of it. We became officially a couple the day he came back, but it was no longer fun. We spent the next two months on and off, but he treated me terribly. He abused me mentally, physically, verbally, and sexually for those entire two months. I came home crying every single night and I didn’t know how to get out of the relationship because I was just too damn afraid of him.
But in mid-spring break, I finally did break it off with him for the final time. He tried to lure me back, but it never worked. For the next few days, I was kind of broken, and my best friend was raving about this guy James that she met on the internet. In the middle of spring break, she gave him my aim and we started talking, and we hit it off right away. 5 days later, April 13th, 2009, we officially were dating. We didn’t see each other in person until July 3rd of that year, but we were addicted after that. However, we weren’t allowed to see each other because my mom didn’t trust me enough to stay at his house and my dad didn’t trust him enough to let him stay at my house. We spent 6 months away from each other, and we broke up a few times because it was so hard to do. My mom finally warmed up and let me go see him in January, and since then, she let me go see him for 3-4 days (more or less) every few months. I can say that he is the one that I truly did fall in love with. We’re still together now.
So, that is all of my experience and some other tidbits of information. Anything else you’d like to know? Ask me.
