The beginning....of a 13+ year drama.

On Aug 13/93 Rob asked me to be with him. I remember that night so vividly.
I had locked myself out of my room, with minimal clothing on(dont ask, again me me and god) - For whatever reason, Rob was poppin by as he normally did. Once we managed to get into my room, the old adage, one thing led to another and eventually he asked me. I recall telling him I loved him right off the bat as I had fallen for him, months back. Though Rob and I met through a chat, at the time it was one called XTC - I hadnt called since meeting him as I found someone new to hang out with, some one new I was interested in and such. I found out somehow that Rob was still calling these chats. I couldnt understand why, but my jealousy got to me. I told him, in front of me, in my apt, he had to call the chat and delete his ad, which he did.
I had found out about calls he was getting from "people" and asked him to disconnect his private line. Was there any use in speaking to slags of the past? You were now wanting to commit yourself to me?? He did so.
I remember him telling me how he once slept with this man, Claude. Claude was already in a relationship, yet he had some on the side?
That makesno sense to me at all, and just hearing those types of stories, I have 0 respect for people like that. Im a true believer in monogamy, which in the queer world is pretty much, unheard of.
We went on to carry on a blissful first couple of months, possibly even years together. The sunshine and roses phase, the honeymoon phase was brilliant, I wont lie. It was amazing to lay in bed with him and know he wanted to be with me...
But that would be short lived.