When we finally moved in to our bigger house, it was great because everybody had their very own room. We were in a whole different area, it was like a half hour to forty five minute drive from our old house. The area wasn’t too bad, but my work was way over where I used to live, so it was quite the drive. Most of the guys I used to hang out with also lived way over there, so they would only come by once in a while because it was a long drive. Eventually we just kind of stopped hanging out. I had made a whole bunch of new guy friends and they would literally come over every weekend. We’d hang out in the garage and drink all night. Our house kind of became the drinking spot. We weren’t a rowdy bunch. Loud? Yes, but not disrespectful. We just enjoyed ourselves and had a good time. The next morning I’d have a big mess to clean up. Bottles and cans, seed shells and cigarette butts everywhere. It was gross, but we had fun so that’s the price I had to pay to play. Meeting this bunch of delinquents (jk) I actually met a guy who after a while we took an interest in each other and started talking. We’d hang out or go out to eat and watch movies. We were having a good time. I’m one of those type of people who will give you 100% trust until you do something to lose it. Even after everything that I had been through in life and coming out of such an abusive relationship, you would think that I would never trust anybody. Call me stupid or maybe naive. I don’t know, that’s just me.