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Post by Emma on Aug 14, 2012 13:21:59 GMT -5
I know I'm late with this but was traveling and not up for lots of typing on my phone or ipad. I too have a love story to share. I'm not sure if I'd classify it as a fairytale but its my story and I love it. I'm also sure it is elsewhere on this site but can't figure out where it would be so will share again. I met my husband online back in Dec 2007 on a disabled dating site. First we IM'd then moved to the phone and I tied in a visit with him into another trip I had planned. That visit was a trial for the both of us to see how we got along. He was the first guy I dated who was also an amputee (my dev disability of choice) so in a way it was me trying out my dev attraction in real life We got along great for the 2 or so days I was there and continued to date from then on. We lived across the US from each other so dating was long distance. We visited about once a month from then on and kept in touch via phone and yahoo messenger. I had a very flexible job at the time which allowed me to take time off for those visits. By the spring we had decided that things were going so well that one of us needed to move closer to the other in order to have a more normal relationship. I had been ready for a move before I even met him and he had just moved to where he was living so we decided I was the one who would do the moving. I took a month off work and went to live with him that summer to see how we'd get along living together. During that visit we decided we wanted to be together and planned for me to move the following September. He proposed that Dec and now we have been married for 3 years and are expecting our first child. I'd also like to add that he knew I was a dev from day one. I think it was the second or third sentence I said to him. He enjoys my attraction and having it out in the open for the first time with him was amazingly freeing.
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Post by lookingfor on Aug 14, 2012 23:16:34 GMT -5
Two years ago, I was in a not-so-great relationship with an AB guy. I responded to a post on here from a guy who was wanting to know more about devs. We chatted on and off for a while, only as friends. The following May, my relationship ended (*breathes a sigh of relief). I decided that I was really going to embrace my devness. We started chatting more and more often and finally admitted our attraction to each other. By July, we were seriously discussing meeting up with each other. We went back and forth for a bit about our plans and we finally decided that he would come visit me in Texas (even though I lived in a 2nd floor apartment ) over Labor Day weekend. Everything was amazing! I flew down to California for almost 2 weeks for Christmas vacation. As soon as I walked out of the airport, I knew this is where I wanted to be. In June, he flew to me and drove us back to California. On the first night in Texas, we were out with my mom and a couple of my friends and he proposed! It was an exciting and scary journey, but everything was worth it. I have never been happier and I couldn't ask for a better man. I can't wait to be Mrs. gmboy18. ;D
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Post by spurs2000 on Aug 15, 2012 14:56:37 GMT -5
They are both cool stories!
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Post by Ximena on Aug 16, 2012 9:35:36 GMT -5
OK, so here's my story. It's probably going to be long. And my husband is AB, but anyway.
So I moved around a lot as a kid, but when I was a sophomore in high school we moved to New Orleans, and I liked the city so much I stayed there for college and then medical school. But I'd only been in med school three weeks when Katrina happened. So we went through all of that, including having our house flood, having to live in a hotel and friends' houses for a couple months, etc... I don't want to go into it, but it sucked. It was worse for some of my friends, though, so let's just say that's the background.
Because NOLA was so devestated post-Katrina, Tulane worked things out with Baylor in Houston to allow the med students to continue our studies there - originally for a semester, it became a year - so we wouldn't need to transfer. Basically, we used Baylor's facilities but had all our own Tulane professors teach our classes... and Rita through us a bit for a loop at first, too, but I won't go into that either, or the craziness with housing or anything like that...
Basically, second semester I decided I did NOT want to date a med student, so I ended up dating a few lawyers and engineers and ended up having a date with this guy who we talked with a lot over email and stuff and had a lot in common intellectually... so I agreed to go on a date with him.
When I first met him he didn't seem like the type I'd normally date but I was willing to give it a try. It was actually prom night for one of the local schools so the restaurant we went to was filled with high schoolers, so after dinner we ended up retreating to a local bubble tea place where we stayed until probaly 1AM (or dinner had been at 6PM), just talking. We ended up having a few more dates that pretty much proceeded the same way; even though friends of mine had told me "don't worry if you start running out of things to talk about," we never did. He lived in the far north of Houston at that time and I lived in the south, so we commuted to each other on the weekends to see each other as much as we could.
Once my year in Houston was over, I went back to New Orleans for my second year of med school, and he had to stay in Houston bc that's where his job was. But we commuted on the weekends to see each other as much as possible. I'd work as hard as I could during the week so I could take the weekends off and just be with him. This pretty much went like this pretty regularly. When we'd been dating around six months, we both knew that it was "it" and decided to get engaged, so we picked out a ring together and everything.
I come from a pretty traditional Latin family, so I advised him to talk to my parents first "ask for my hand" before he officially proposed. At the time, because my parents' house was still under renvoation post-Katrina, they were living outside Baton Rouge. I was living with some friends in the city (NOLA). So my husband (boyfriend at the time) flew in from Houston, rented a car, and drove up to Baton Rouge to talk to my parents. Even though I knew what was happening, we were pretending like it was a surprise, so he called my parents to tell them he was coming up to Baton Rouge for the weekend for a "surprise" visit, in order to make sure they'd be home when he got there. I had been there, but had left early, feinging the need to study or some excuse, and so was already back in NOLA.
Of course, my mom, being my mom, was like, Oh! no!, and immediately called me to tell me that he was coming up there and that I needed to call him and tell him that I was in the city. Which was hilarious, because if he HAD been trying to surprise me, she totally would have blown it.
Anyway, it ended up taking him a lot longer than expected (my father wasn't real thrilled), so I was waiting anxiously for him to arrive and make it official and give me the ring (which I hadn't seen yet except in pictures, since we bought the ring and diamond separately). When I finally saw him pull up, I jumped about ten feet in the air and scared my friends' cat. It was hilarious because my mom kept calling me the whole time not realizing she was spoiling the surprise.
Our original plan was to get married after I finished school, but things started going south in the spring of that year. Firstly, my parents were NOT happy about my being engaged, and that's a huge understatement. Secondly, I ended up having some serious health issues develop that made it very, very difficult for me to complete the second semester of my second year. To make it worse, it was a mystery as to what was wrong with me, and my parents, already angry about the engagement, made things worse by insisting that I was making it all up. It was a very frustrating time for me on many levels, especially since I was trying to do well in school despite everything. And they didn't even seem to care. Thankfully, my fiance was very supportive through everything and really helped me get through the dark times.
When I went into the hospital because the pain was so bad and we still didn't know what it was, he stayed with me 24/7 even though my parents kept trying to make him leave (they didn't stay with me but didn't want him with me either). It wasn't long after that that I decided we should get married sooner rather than later.
We decided to get married - elope - on the first anniversary of our first date, in secret... or at least semi-secret, because my parents had moved back to NOLA at that time and I still had about a month left of school and didn't need any MORE stress to make finishing the year even harder than it already was.
So I bought myself a white summer dress and flew into Houston, where his uncle (who's a retired missionary) married us in his home, just the two of us, his uncle, and his wife. We were able to keep it a secret until the day we were going to tell my parents the truth.
That evening we were planning to tell them, but my mom had asked my husband to help her move some boxes, and she saw his hand and the wedding band. Reflexively, she said, "Oh, that's a nice ring." Then there was a pause, a scream, and "OH MY GOD, YOU GOT MARRIED!!!"
They didn't believe we were going to tell them that night, and I don't think my dad talked to us for a while after that. Because of my health I had already decided to take a year off of school, and so I moved to Houston with him.
But things were very, very rough. I was still wrestling with my health; ultimately got a diagnosis but treatment was a whole other battle. And then the emotional abuse I got from my parents - particularly my father - didn't help matters at all.
Honestly, my husband saved my life in more ways than one, because he was always there for me throughout everything, being supportive, and fighting for me both physically and emotionally.
Ultimately, I was able to resolve things on a certain level both with my health and my family. I decided not to finish medical school because it would have been too difficult and it wasn't what I had really wanted in the first place, which also didn't help matters with my parents.
We've been married for five years now, together six, and I still struggle sometimes with my health and with my parents - who still don't truly believe what I have is "real." But you take one day at a time, right? And it makes for great fiction....
So I'm not sure if that's a fairy tale or not. But I guess I could say I did find my prince charming...
And I know I could have made this story much more poetic but I think it's still a little too raw for me, so I apologize in advance.
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jess
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It’s been a while... 👋
Posts: 52
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Relationship Status: Single
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Post by jess on Aug 17, 2012 0:49:57 GMT -5
Sorry Ladies, I just had to post this. First I would like to say, I'm enjoying the stories. But once i saw this post, it reminded me of this one
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Post by Pony on Aug 17, 2012 11:45:02 GMT -5
All my fairytale relationships have all ended with us going in different directions eventually. They usually burn white-hot for a few years, then die...lol But for the sake of the thread, I'll tell one...
I met a girl on AOL years ago, and the chemistry really took off. She lived in Delaware, and me, Florida! She was getting out of a marriage, and we both were musicians. She also worked as Legal Secretary in day. We had phone sex before she even knew I was in a chair...crazy, I know! Anyway, she handled the news great, and the fire even burned hotter...a few months after meeting, she wanted to fly down and stay on beach for four days. By now we knew each other well, and I picked her up at airport. She jumped in my van, and we hung out at beach in her hotel room and other bars/rest on beach. Sexually, it was some of the most creative, fun and naughty sex EVER!!! lol We grew very close, and she visit 2-3 times a year. She thought of moving down, but her job and family was too important. After a few years we moved away emotionally, but remained friends...
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Post by crippledcuriosity on Aug 19, 2012 22:27:29 GMT -5
Here is my fairytale story: 8 years ago I was hanging out with a few friends and others for the birthday of a friend who is a fellow amputee (we had met as teenagers at a BBQ hosted by my prosthesist). I had fun, met some new people and thought nothing of it and went on with my life. About a week later my friend called me up and said one of his friends who I met keeps asking about me and wanted to know if it would be okay to give him my number. I said sure and a few days later we are meeting up for coffee. We really hit it off and started dating. We had been dating for 5 years when he got accepted into a really good university med school. He was willing to go to a school closer so we could be together but I didn't want to be the reason he turned down a great opportunity so we ended up breaking up. Three years later we still talk several times a week, still have feeling for each other. He is the one that recently told me he is a dev and I felt so bad he felt he had to hide that for almost 8 years because of my biased thinking. He is making plans to come visit now and I am super excited. That is one of the reasons I joined this board on lavly's urging. So I can understand more how my ex feels so if a relationship does start again, it can be the best one possible
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Post by BA on Aug 19, 2012 23:08:57 GMT -5
You know I totally hate this analogy but sometimes I just feel so compelled to use it. What if your ex was totally turned on by red-heads? Doesn't mean he wouldn't date others but that when he saw a red-head who he otherwise was attracted to, it just sparked tremendous interest in knowing more about you. In some ways the initial devotee attraction is exactly the same. The difference is that society couldn't care less about whether we like red-heads or not but having special interest in an amputee or wheelchair user? Heinous! After all, we aren't supposed to see you in a sexual way! That is exploitation (even if you are equally hot for us)! Its a shame that society so infantalizes its disabled population that seeing them as very desireable is akin to seeing children in a similar manner.
I am so glad you are ok with you ex. I think he will be enormously relieved and I am sure that both partners knowing can create that much more closeness and intimacy. We have couples here that can attest to that.
Thank you for your open mind.
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