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My world, and the people in it

This is my first blog, so here goes nothing. I am 24 and live with my fiance and his son. We have been together 7 years. I met him when I just turned 17, he is 12 years older than I. We started dating and I kept it a secret from my family, for about a year until they wondered and eventually found out. My mother was so angry and my father disapointed. They didn't understand why a man this old would want to date someone so young. But in my adventures with dating older men appealed to me much more than the young, stupid jocks I had dated before. My parents were so mad and upset that they kicked me out of the house. Thier psychologist told them to give me tough love. BOY were they wrong.

Once they kicked me out I decided the best thing would be to move in with M that is what I will call him, he lived about an hour away from my high school, so I made the commute everyday until school was over, that summer his son moved in with us. His mother is not a huge fan of parenthood and decided it would be best to let him live with us. I was 17 living on my own, with a man that worked on a farm. He has drove truck in the past but chose not to for the time being. We ended up breaking up and I moved back to my mom and Dads.

I was only there a few weeks when M and I started talking again, and this time I knew he is the only person I wanted to be with, so my parents once again found out and I was kicked out, we live in the same spot for about a year and then moved into the same town as my parents. Where I finished high school and graduated with honors.

My parents never believed that I would be devoted to finish high school or go to college, but they were wrong and I felt proud of what I did and where I was going. During this time they realized that they either will accept the man that I love or not but either way I was going to stay with him, so they opted to accept him into our family before graduation and let things slowly move on from there, although they were nice to him and talked to him I knew deep down they did not want this for me, but I chose to ignore them and thier opinions.

Another year passed and his son I will call him T lived with us in our single mobile home. We live there for about a year when M and I had a falling out and decided this was it, we were done. We brkoe up, this time I knew it wasn't a week long break up, I knew this time it was for real. While I lived in that trailer park I though I made friends, but soon to find out they were just full of shit and people that didn't like me. I moved back in with my parents and got a job bar tending, and serving. I dated and hung out with people that were my friends, my best friend I will call her K was at my side every step of the way, she has been my best friend since 6th grade. We did many things, some I wish to forget and some I will always cherish.

At this point in my life I realized that I was missing out on what most high school kids did, they went to parties and drank even though they were underage, and I did not experience this, but low and behold after high school and during this break up I did plenty of that, I met a nice guy and we dated for a little over 8 months. In fact I dated quite a few guys and honestly wasn't very faithful to that guy, but also didn't know exactly what our relatiionship was. My dad told M that if we broke up that it would give me a chance to date other people and experience different things that I hadn't but if we did break up for a year or so he would accept M into his life without question knowing that I loved him and he loved me.

Time grew on and I was ready to get out of my parents house at this point I was still 18 getting ready to turn 19. I got a phone call from it was M I pretty much blew him off, I didnt' want to talk with him and I had just heard that he was engaged to my "friend" from the trailer park. I was happy, atleast I wanted him to think I was. I moved in with my friend or boy friend or whatever and didn't hear back from M for another month or so. But as I started to think about where I was and who I wanted to be I realized that I wanted to be with M, so I continplated on wether I should call him and to my suprise he called me about a day or after i started really missing him. He have been together ever since, and no it wasn't plnned to get back together within that year at least not on my end.

We live in a pretty big city with his son, and have been here for 6 years. This is just a real quick look into my life before, I will pry go back to those parts later. . . . I really don't like remembering those because they were hard times for me and my family.

Posted by Heatmecry84 on 2009-11-05 22:23:03 | Rating: