While I have a decent amount of sexual experience, (vanilla sex, slightly kinky sex, very kinky sex, multiple partner sex, self sex, sex with toys, paid sex, hate sex, revenge sex, pity sex, sex while in love, sex with someone I'd just met, anonymous sex, you get the picture) I don't have much in the way of relationship experience.
I dated in high-school, but it was "flavor of the week" style, I also slept around in high-school and while I habitually returned to a few partners it never "real love" or even really dating, most girls got taken to the movies, I got taken to a nice dark place to fuck.
~but~
I did "go steady" with one guy my 3rd year of HS mostly because I was living with him... no really, my mom couldn't hold a place and his dad was on drugs (I think, I never actually saw him do any) so they let me live with him. but I cheated on him every chance I got.
~then~
After my best friend died I was kinda lost, 17 and self destructive ( please see this post for more info on that) and I entered into my first real relationship (and even then it was only "real" by the slimmest definition). I loved him, I married him by all the laws of the gods I believe in, I tried to have his baby. and he beat me "like the red haired stepchild of a rented mule" not just in bed but all the time, and not just my body but my mind as well. I was faithful to him, though he was not faithful to me, and when he ended I walked away with a metric fuck ton of scars inside and out.
~2 months later~
after that was a disgusting spew of one night stands, rave sex, and being paid an obscene amount of money to "hang out" with men while trying to pretend I was happy and in Love with a man that was way to good for me and deserved WAY better than what I was giving him.
~about 1.5 months after that~
Then I met my 2nd husband, the first one in the eyes of the state. He fit me so well, like we had been made for each other, or at least it felt like that. He was easy at first, comfortable, like a soft cotton t-shirt and a blanket on a rainy day. We had rules, we had to ask before we fucked other people, we had to make sure that no matter who else we played with we gave more to each other than to our human toys. We were together for a long time. We had a kid together, a little boy. We each fucked up, I would get bored and wanna play with someone new, but then I would get mad when he wanted to do the same. (AND YES THIS IS MY SIDE AND IT MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A DICK, WHEN HE WRITES A BLOG YOU CAN READ HIS SIDE OF IT!!) I felt like he stopped wanting me. He started cheating, fucking girls he knew I wasn't ok with and without asking. He started to fall in love with someone else. We ended badly.
I have tried to be in love over and over. I dont know if I'm a romantic or if I was just force fed to much Disney as a kid, but I really do want that happily ever after.
I think I'm in love, and I say think because with my past how do I know its real?
He makes me smile, even when I don't want to.
He respects me, remembers my limits, and never tries to push me to far out of my safe box.
He tells me that I'm amazing almost every day.
He wants to be with just me, and for the first time in my life I have no desire to play with anyone else.
We share real things, life dreams and goals, hobbies and interests, sexual desires.
He asked me to spend my life with him, He wants to marry me.... I dont know what to do with it.
I said yes, but we have no set wedding date.