With all this going on, I was still taking college classes to get my Associates in Visual Communication for Graphic Design. I had befriended several people who had watched me change physically and open up like a cocooned larva becoming a butterfly. I was starting my third year and finishing up with what few classes I still had to take. Without the friends I made through college, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have stayed sane. I then had something life-altering happen in September of 2011. I had never had a significant other or been in a single relationship. I was super involved with keeping my grades up and working to halfway support myself. I was 20 at the time and still not driving due to financial problems. Life is life.
Well, in one of my design classes, a quiet guy who always sat by me asked if he could text or call me to help him study for a test. He saw I knew the material and wanted to make sure he could pass his tests if I didn't mind helping him. I had no problem with it at all. I love helping others. Little did I know, but, he was interested in me. He cared less about the test. He had liked me for a while but thought I was taken because of how friendly I had become with some of my friends. I was just becoming very outgoing with the weight loss. I had regained my life and my youth. He and I started dating 9/10/11 and have been together ever since. We have had out fair share of fights, arguments, disagreements, and cries but we love each other and keep each other going. We complete each other and always make sure that the other stays as happy as possible. It was just meant for him to come into my life at that time.
After my friend had opened me up to the glorious world of a gym, I had joined my college's gym and went every day after class. My bf would walk me there before he rode his back home. He is beyond supportive of my work to become healthy. He had found me attractive even when I was over 200 pounds. He didn't care what size I was or what I weighed. He loves me for me. That was more than enough for me.
Amongst going to college, my grandfather on my dad's side would bring me to and from class. He had gotten sick in March of 2012 and his health was slowly declining. In May of that same year, we got a call from my dad's sister that he may not make it through the day. We were all in shock. I was kind of feeling as if he was fine and he'd make it out fine since he had several close calls. When I heard what had happened, I knew he wasn't going to pull through. A lacerated bowel had cut through one of his intestine. His waste had backed up into his body and killed all of his organs. They were all black. They took him off life support and he passed away 3 hours later that day. We had lost my mom a little less than 6 years before this and his wife, our grandmother 11 years earlier. My family was losing loved ones and losing pieces that were holding our little web together. I felt like there was added pressure to my father and I to keep us all going. We still had more things to come that none of us would have ever expected.
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