As I lay here, in my bed, night after night, month after month, next to him, I wonder how the hell I got to this place in my life. All the bumps along the road. Some were small and easy to get over without any help. And others were large, and needed assistance from everyone and anyone possible to get over the big mountain the lay ahead. All of the friends that I've lost. All the things I've given up.

Just to be here. With him. Stuck in a limbo where nothing ever changed. There was no more excitement like there used to be, nothing to fight about, or to laugh about.

Now, we just go about our lives, separately, but somehow joined together.

I'll tell my story to whoever will listen. And I'll start before I ever met him, or anyone else that led me down this path. I'll start at the very beginning