My father, a man of unbelievable proportions. Three (possibly more) baby mommas, arrested, and typical drunk and smoker. He left three (or more) women with children. My brother and I are the middle children and I have both an older sister named Stephanie and a younger one named Amber. I got to meet Amber when she was a baby and now she’s about 7? 8 maybe? But yeah, I hope she’s doing okay, no matter what, she’s still my sister. Now, Stephanie, she’s going to be 21 in May and I haven’t seen her since in about 10 years, more or less … From what I remember, we got along pretty well when I was still living with our father. She even celebrated her 10th birthday with us. I remember crying whenever we dropped her off home. It’s weird feeling being a “little brother.” Anyways, today, I found her thanks to Facebook and I honestly couldn’t believe it. My sister is out there and she has grown up so much. I’m terrified to send a friend request because what if she wouldn’t want to get to know me and completely reject any chance of communication. Then again, but this is just my crazy mind speaking, what if we develop a close bond and for the first time in my life, I’ll have a sister, you know, the one I can break faces of guys who break her heart. That’d be nice. I’d be at her weeding or something like that, I don’t know, my mind goes far sometimes. But yeah, it’s crazy, and it’s even crazier that I found her the day before our father’s birthday. I hope she’s okay, more than anything right now actually.
16 year old Ryan and Chelsie? :) :)
Haha, here you go. You hit the gold mine this time! I included a timeline of us in photos together….because I seriously adore this guy and it made me so happy to look at all these photos again. Hope you don’t mind. :)
We started out two little silly pies.
And then we met as those awkward 11 and 12 year olds
And then I started liking him back….and he asked my dad’s permission to take me to homecoming and give me my first kiss. I was 16 and he was 15. We were definitely awkward here. :)
And then he turned 16 and I turned 17 the next year :)
And then the next year when I turned 18 and he turned 17 :)
Then we went overseas together and we decided we knew marriage was in the future.
And then I cut my hair all off and turned 19 and graduated with my AA and went away to college
And then I figured out how madly in love with Ryan I was and came home and he graduated college and my hair started getting long again
And then Ryan went away at school and was poor and lived in his car for a while and I used to drive to meet him at Starbucks an hour away and we fell in love all over again in that little Starbucks and it was wonderful.
And then he proposed when he was 19 and I was 20
and then we got married on the most beautiful day of my life… only a few months later…..because, in our hearts, we knew we were always meant to be together since we were 12 years old.
and now we are married and it was the greatest decision we ever made.
and there’s is the beginning of our adventure together. (and if you’re still following me after this ridiculous overload of Chelsie & Ryan photos, I will love you forever :)
holy fucking perfect
I ain’t crying foo worry bout yo self aight✋
I’ll always reblog this, it’s so cute.
You thought I didn’t care and that I never did. Well, the person you spoke to today, that would be the person you THOUGHT I was all along. You don’t care about me like you say you do because YOU NEVER SHOWED ME! It was just a whole bunch of words. I didn’t want to hear that you loved me and that you I was still your one & only because FUCK YOU, YOURE A LIAR! DONT DO THAT TO ME! You have your new lover and you like him so damn much that you couldn’t really care less about me. That’s fine. But don’t make me believe something that wasn’t true. You loved me being upset over you, you didn’t love me. You were happy to see me miserable because of all the bad I did to you. I’m not going to let you hurt him like you hurt me back with Dragon, Richard, Bryan, etc.. That’s not right. I fucking hate you. I wonder if you still remember what III thought that word means and see if you don’t get it out of context. I know what I need to know. You got what you wanted SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN PRETEND TO CARE! Because I don’t deserve that either. You think I can’t do better without you? That you were the best thing that will ever happen to me? Dead wrong. You think YOU were the only victim? That you were the only fucked up asshole who had problems? Wrong again. Now, who was the liar that said that I would fall in love with someone else and completely forget about you? That was you to me, right? Where’s my oh-so-perfect companion? Oh wait. But you would hate me too if I had some gorgeous girl that everyone wanted walking home and holding hands with me everyday but I still would write messages saying “that I wish I had you back” FUCK YOU! You don’t care. I don’t want to care. It sure felt good to let some stuff out, I will admit. I don’t know why you’re so concerned. You have a guy that MANY FUCKING GIRLS WOULD KILL TO HAVE AND YOU FUCKING ADORE HIM! I wish it wasn’t in my fucking face everyday torturing me, I haven’t cried so much since the first months of us dating. I can’t go back to you, I won’t let you hurt me like you did before. I know you’ll still think of him anyway and AGAIN, I won’t be the priority. But fine. This is how it’s going to be. You didn’t do this. I didn’t do this. We did this. If you want to talk still, fine, but don’t blow me off again when you have my fucking heart coming out of my chest.
It’s like my happiness makes you miserable. Foh. You won’t ever say it but, you loved seeing me sad over you.
if you see gay people in public don’t fucking take their picture and post it online and talk about how “cute” and “brave” they are don’t fucking do it you might out someone without their permission and put them in danger plus it’s condecending and fetishizing and fucking creepy please just stop it