I thought I’d found the one. We clicked so naturally. We both shared an interest in photography, though his pictures were noticeably better than mine. Loved the same movies, both enjoyed walks in the park, and our political views were borderline identical. We met about a month ago. It was at this bar I love, and, I’ll admit, I was a little tipsy. Cute boy, a few drinks in my system. It was a recipe for regret. Only… I didn’t regret it. Our conversations flowed so smoothly. His half-drunk compliments made me blush. Plus, drinks were on him. Unlike a lot of the guys you’d meet in a bar, he didn’t try and force himself back to my apartment. I live just a few blocks away from the bar, so he walked me home, laughing and wobbling more than he wanted to let on. When we got there, I braced myself. He was great, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that would just let a complete stranger into my home after a night out at the bar. I found myself praying he wouldn’t ask. By some miracle, he didn’t. Ins...
I found out about this story about a week ago so forgive me if I get anything wrong. So my (19f) bf (21m) had been really into football and was a youth academy player from when he was 13 to 17 and was constantly told by coaches and staff and even other players that he was going to be a great player one day. That was until one day he had an awful injury and snapped his right leg in two places during training. He went to the hospital and spent days there waiting for it to be okay for him to leave until he did. So obviously during the time it was broken he didn't play football at all and after it was time for them to take off the casg and thing he asked the doctor if he could ever play football again and the assistant doctor said he'd have to check with the lead doctor he had. So he left the room and when he came back the doctor said "Yeah you can't play football" Of course, my bf was destroyed since he had always loved football but he understood and didn't want...