Editor’s Note: The following submission is from Tommy Steenrod. Have an LGBTQ+ related experience or story to share? Having your article published on this site will automatically enrol you into a raffle to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card. Submit an article today via queerdeermedia.com.
[amazon_link asins=’B00C4YIFXY’ template=’ProductAdRight’ store=’ourqueerstories-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’13bf4162-8c9b-11e7-a847-270279d0f463′]On Saturday June 24,2017, is one of the most fabulous days ever! Here is how our story begins. My boyfriend and I first started dating one year ago, June 26, and it was funny how it came about. I came home from work one day and logged on Facebook to find a message from my boyfriend, asking me if we could start seeing each other, and of course I said yes. We both worked at the same restaurant together, moved in an apartment together and a month later started dating. Throughout the year we got closer to each other and the two of us fell in love and one ‘magical’ night he asked me if there was anything that I wanted to talk about and that is when I popped the question, Will you marry me? He thought for a minute and said YES! That made me the happiest man in the world. At first we were going to do it on Valentine’s Day but my boyfriend thought it would be even more special if we got married on the day we started dating and I agreed. Then we find out that my step mom wanted to be there, so we changed the date toth he 24th of June at 3:30 pm at the old city park in my hometown in southeast Ohio. When our big day came, I get a heart wrenching text from my dad, telling me that he needed to get some stuff off his chest before it drove him crazy. He told me that he was not coming to our ceremony because he’s never met my boyfriend and that I had to get my life in order and take responsibility for my actions, which by the way, I have. He also couldn’t figure out why I would be with a thief, at least that is how I took it. I basically told him that I was sorry for the way he felt, and that it was all a scam he was set up for. The best part about that was I didn’t let it bother me at the ceremony. Since then, my dad hasn’t talked to me. So, on Saturday June 24th, at the old city park, Bobby and I got married. We only had a few of our close friends with us. My husband and I are very happy together and we are making plans on moving to Florida, just to get away from all of the drama in southeast Ohio. I have been twice before, but that day, it felt like it was my first time ever. It was Bobby’s first time. It was definitely both of ours first gay marriage. A huge step for both of us. Something that the two of us can be proud of for the rest of our lives for achieving our goal. Life Gets Better Together!!! Thank you.