I had no interest in getting married and thought it wouldn't happen especially so "early". I always wanted to just live with somebody incase things didn't work out. My parents had a really strange and stressful marriage and my dad lived off and on with other women and dated other women and blah blah blah which made for a weird childhood.
We met at Northwestern in Evanston in the same dorm, 1/2 the floor men the other side women. I had been there one year as a transfer student and was graduating in 1979. My second year there I saw this kid in the cafeteria who struck me as interesting. As things went on and more details happened than need be recorded here we got together and this person was only a freshman!
Needless to say I stayed in Evanston after graduation and got an apartment and slowly all possessions came to my place and there it was a live-in situation. My parents found out and were cool about it they kind of knew but really found out one weekend when they came up and we'd left out toiletries that were a good giveaway. So we went on like this for 3 years. Why? Well we knew we'd get married because by then I was of the opinion that I'd never live with anyone unless marriage was the end result (never say never


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