I wanted this section of my journal to be small snippets of stories from my life....I have lived ALOT in my 28 years and I guess I want to share it so that people dont think they are alone and maybe someone can learn something from my mistakes. This story starts when I was 16 years old and I started dating a guy I met in a history class in HS. We ended up dating off and on for 4 years...the off and on being the important part here. I moved out and in with him when I was 16 and was pregnant with my son by the time I was 17...the summer after my junior year. We actually did this on purpose thinking it was the right way to save a shitty relationship. We were married when I was 18 and my son was only 6 months old. I am very glad I managed to graduate during all this. The relationship was HELL. I was verbally abused and degraded on a daily basis and there were times I feared for my safety and the safety of our son. I finally managed to get away from him and he kept trying to come back and would spy on me...drive past my house, have his friends reporting on my where abouts..etc. Then while I was in the process of divorcing him he was in a car accident and died immediately. I remember feeling like it was my fault because I had wished he would fall off the face of the earth and leave me and my son in peace. I know now that it was NOT my fault and his life was taken to end his misery. It was out of both of our control. Being with him shaped my self esteem for MANY years after and maybe still does to some degree but it has also made me ALOT stronger and I DONT let ANYONE push me around anymore. I dont live my life for anyone anymore because life is too short!
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