I’ve Invited a Stranger Into My House For a Week

And I’m kinda scared 😬

At the time of me writing this, in 9 more sleeps a stranger will be entering my house and life for a week. I’ll be honest with you, I’m kinda freaking out.

Will I hate him? Will I throw him out after 2 days? Will we fuck like teenagers for 7 days? Will we fall in love?

It’s anyone’s guess at this point. Time will tell.

But he’s not a complete stranger. I knew him 43 years ago for two weekends.

This is our story. ❤️

Let’s go back 43 years

I was 16 years old. Cute, fiesty, daring, carefree and totally rebellious (the last adjective I only threw in for dramatic effect 😂). Like any normal teenage girl, I liked boys. A lot.

I had a troubled childhood. Raised in a completely dysfunctional household, physically abused, unloved, and emotionally beaten down.

I was always looking for love, and a way out of the hell that was home.

And then he showed up one day. He only came for a weekend visit with his friend who was coming up to spend time with his girlfriend, who happened to be my best friend at the time.