About 12 years ago I moved from CA to Eastern Washington (tiny hick town) to live with a boyfriend that I had been dating for only a few months. He was moving for college. Turns out, he ends up being a bit... unbalanced and seriously emotionally abusive. I was there away from all my friends and family, and spent the summer with the boyfriend and 2 other guys who he knew from the dorm... one was my now DH. DH and I became friends, and one day I (finally) expressed to him how bad things were with the boyfriend. He told me that everyone wondered why I had stayed with him! Well, you know when you finally get something off your chest it's like an avalanche, I couldn't handle it anymore.
One night things got particularly bad, and it happened to be when it was just boyfriend, DH and I at the house. boyfriend stormed out, and I broke down. Called my parents, who gave me their credit card to stay at a hotel. Called my best friend who bought a plane ticket to come get me the next morning. DH stayed with me at the hotel, cause it is such a small town that boyfriend could've easily found me at one of the 3 hotels, and I was scared. DH and I stayed up all night playing cards and talking
finally in the wee hours of the night as we were falling asleep (in separate beds, of course!) I said, "If I was ever back up in Washington, would you go out on a date with me?" I don't know where it came from, and DH was too stumped to answer, he stammered, "Uh, I guess!"
The next day DH and I I picked up my best friend from the airport , came home, packed up all my stuff, and I moved out and drove back to CA while the boyfriend was at work. I left a note. I called from Oregon, and boyfriend was upset, wanting to come find me, etc. and threatening suicide. I called DH, worried, who sent someone else over to check on him while he talked w/me again for a few hours. He confessed that he did have feelings for me, but he couldn't tell me before I left because I would've stayed, and that town had NOTHING for me. He told me that he had wanted me to make the decision to leave all on my own, not for him.
During the time I lived up there I had become a meek, passive girl... nothing like the strong, confident woman I once was. DH told me that night as I sat in a dingy hotel running away that he couldn't wait for me to become that strong woman again. We had all the time in the world to get to know each other, and that there was no rush. I couldn't believe this guy!
So I moved to CA with the parents for a few months, DH and I spoke on the phone and wrote letters often. Then I decided to move up to Seattle (5 hrs away from DH) to start a new life of my own. I actually lived with his parents while I looked for a place myself. DH and I dated long distance for 2 years, which in retrospect was GREAT because I did develop back into the strong woman I had once been, and I pursued my own dreams instead of changing my aspirations to match those of my boyfiends, which I had been doing. Then DH moved to Seattle, and we lived together for a few years. We were together 7 years before we got married
, and that was almost 5 years ago!
And that's how we met. Boy, that was long!
I suppose I could've just said, "DH rescued me from a psycho ex-boyfriend and we lived happily ever after!" but it doesn't quite do the story justice.