Andy
Andy Harrington is my husband, my lover and my best friend. He is also the Person I Am Most Likely To Murder In A Fit Of Insanity-Driven Rage. Because I love him.
We met in High School, where he was the uber-stereotypical Catholic boys school BAD BOY, and I was the hella sheltered, virginal, afraid-of-my-own-shadow public school dork. We dated for a very brief, but VERY intense few weeks, and when I was grounded after my junior prom for coming home late, he dumped me for someone infinitely cooler and far better suited for him.
We remained friends, mainly because OUR two best friends were a couple, but the truth is that I loved him and I would go anywhere and do anything just to see him and argue with him.
We got back together in two-thousand and one, and found out that we had both changed for the better, and that the more we got to really know each other, the more we liked. So then we got married.
And that’s just the beginning…
Date: February 25, 2010