So, I met my wife online. I know *so* original, but true. I also met my best friend there.
At any rate, we started out as critique partners in fan fiction, then we wrote together and chatted for hours (as one does). We’d been a couple for… 2 years and a month before we met in person.
A little less than a year after that in person meet, we moved in together.
You want to talk about complicated and scary and intense? OMG, y’all. I could tell some stories that would curl your hair.
Today’s story is not hair raising, however. Today is the story of when we knew, 100%, that we were meant to be together.
In 2007 we were going to attend the RWA convention in Atlanta. We flew in a few days early, we drove (through the worst rainstorm ever — it was like Houston) to Clemson to see all her family. Then we drove back to Atlanta only to discover that 1. I’d gotten the date wrong and we were supposed to be there the day before and the hotel had cancelled our reservations and there were no hotel rooms to be found and 2. that all the people that had been very nice and welcoming of the Big Gay online proved to be… uh… less so in person.
Now. how did we know that this was it? This was the Real Thing?
Even though this whole hotel debacle was TOTALLY my fault. Even though we had 4 days before we could fly home and we had no intention, after the first day of hysterical awful, of staying at the con --
Not once did we turn on each other.
We became the Queens of You and Me Against the World.
We banded together and became — in this one awful experience — an US.
That has never changed. We’re a matched set and we have each other’s backs, no matter what.
Damn, I’m lucky.
Much love, y’all.