Well it's been 2 weeks since I came home from my trip to meet Drayke and I'm still on cloud 9. For those who haven't read my other posts we've been talking online for 4 years and never met face to face, but since I had my surgery and moved and gotten a new job I've had the strength, courage and the money to make the trip to finally meet him. I was nervous and excited all at the same time.

So after a 20 hour bus ride I step off the bus to see him waiting for me. He took my bags and loaded them into the truck and then wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight... I knew I was home, that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We went to get some lunch...( I was good on the ride, took some nuts and beef jerky to eat while I was traveling) at the restaurant where he works... introduced me to everyone which is a HUGE change for me cause I was so used to being the secret, like all the men I was with were ashamed to be with me. I got to meet him Mom, Grand-mom, and his Dad and stepmother Nita, all so nice and friendly. We had dinner with Dad and Nita and I had them take a picture of us together, proof to all the people that said we would never meet, would never be together outside of this little box.




It was 4 days of heaven, talking with him, playing our pc games (yes I took my laptop and we played together side by side), and spoiling him like I have wanted to for all these years... bringing him breakfast in bed, lying together watching tv and scratching his back for an hour... and him spoiling me, opening my doors for me and holding my hand or walking with his arm around me. We talked about the move there and we have decided that I need to take care of all my medical stuff before that happens. I will probably head back to Delaware soon and get ready for the plastics that insurance will cover. My best friend has already told me I am welcome to come stay there since she's sure I'm going to need a few months of recovery time... I can stay in her empty mother-in-law apartment and not have to worry if I can't work. I wouldn't want to move down there, start working and get settled in then have to have him support me while I'm recovering and put that much stress on our joint finances. As much as I want to go there RIGHT NOW, I know I have to think with my head on this one and be fair to both of us. I've started this journey and I want to be sure that I'm still doing the best thing for me, and that's going to be completing my goals before I make the move to Alabama.