It begins…

HIM.

Like I had said before, I was 19. I was happy.

One day, a friend/coworker of mine ran up to me. He was gitty in his expression as he told me how cute the new guy at the restaurant next to my store was. I didn’t care. A boyfriend wasn’t in my plans that day or any day soon. I didn’t bother even looking. My friends were relentless. “He’s so cute”. “He’s so nice”. “Just talk to him”. I caved after a couple of weeks. I said hi. That was to be the beginning of the worst hello ever. I had an odd feeling. I took it as nerves. More like, I convinced myself it was nerves. I know now, it was intuition. He was cute though…

I found out he had a son. He was a few years older than me, he also let me know immediately about his child. He let me know how his ex just up and left. He seemed heartbroken that he couldn’t see his son as often. I took pity on him. HUGE MISTAKE.

I didn’t know at the time all the “mistakes” that would follow me.

AND SO, IT BEGINS…

If only I knew then…

I was 19. Young, vibrant, carefree and CLUELESS! Life was beginning. I was finding my way. I had a job at a convenience store with an attached restaurant and I worked with my friends. I was happy. I was confident. I had goals and dreams. Life was soon going to show me how harsh and cruel it could be. I shouldn’t say life. I was going to learn how cruel HE could be. I didn’t know it at the time, but, my life, myself as a person, was on a long decent to rock bottom.

If only I knew.