The day I become Mrs Jones
A little about us
Oli and I met back in 2007 at work. Nearly a year passed where we were simply colleagues with the odd polite word between us, until our conversations became more frequent and it was obvious that we could easily be more than friends.
I was a spring chicken at only 17 years old and Oli is nine years my elder, which meant it took some convincing on my part for us to start a relationship. However we did and we have never looked back since.
We have been together for five and a half years now and lived together for five. We have ticked lots of life’s boxes together, including 4 months travelling Central America together.
Here’s a few sickeningly cute facts:
- I am the only girl that Oli has ever taken home to meet his parents
- When my Dad first met Oli he said “He really likes you… I can tell just by the way he looks at you!” (My Dad is a massive romantic and Oli got the nod from him on day one)
- We have never had an argument. Okay well there has obviously been the odd disagreement but we have never slammed doors, left the room or shouted and it only takes a matter of minutes for any heated discussion to be over.