So let me start out by saying I am not writing this so that people will read it. I have no problem having it read, but this is more of a personal journey into who I am, and what I want out of life. My best friend has inspired me to start this journey after watching her amazing journey over the past few months. She knows who she is, and I just want her to know that I am extremely proud of her!
Ok, all that being said, here we go! I have spent the majority of my adult life in one relationship. I Met Brandon when I was 19, married him when I was 20, and gave birth to our amazing oldest daughter when I was 21. There are very few people who know the whole story of that relationship, but I think its time I shared it. Its a long story, so stick with me. Let me preface this by saying that when I was a teenager I was boy-crazy(understatement of the century)! My first relationship was 3 1/2 years long and ended a little less than a year after I graduated high school, it was only 3 months later that I met Brandon.
At first it seemed too good to be true, we were introduced by one of my best friends and her boyfriend, and the night we met we spent the entire night talking, and at the end of the night he kissed my hand!!! I know, wow, when does that ever happen. As I said before, things moved very quickly between us, we met at the end of May 2003, and began talking marriage in July. I have always been the "family" type of girl, I always knew I would get married and have kids, and jumoed at the first oppertunity I saw. When we decided in August to move in together things started to change. I guess you could say the honeymoon was over.
When we first moved in together I was working as the cake decorator at Kroger, and he was a supervisor at K&R Plumbing, we had ample time away from each other, especially since I worked a lot of evenings. I think it was around september when I came home from work one night and found that Brandon had gone through all of my pictures. When I say "all my pictures" it means every picture I had taken starting in 1997 and ending in 2003. After going through them, he had taken out every picture that was of me with a guy. He had even made a sort of bulletin board with a select few on it. "What the hell are these?" was the greeting I got that day. My confusion was obvious, they're pictures, duh! (sorry I'm a bit of a smartass these days) He belittled me and accused me of being a slut and sleeping with every single guy I had ever taken a picture with. Now, I had been very honest with him in the beginning and he knew I had been with 3 guys before him. But still, I was a slut for taking pictures with other guys before I ever met him. As he tore every single picture in half I refused to acknowledge the beginning of the breakdown of our relationship. I was blinded by my need for love and family, and ignored the signs of his temper and jealousy.
Ok, I am now realizing how long this story is, so I'm going to break it down. That's it for this session, but I hope you stick with me.
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