Where do I begin. My story is like many others but unique in its own way. Ive never been sure about blogging but here I am giving it a go! I was 15 years old when I met my “soulmate”. Little did I know that once I sold my soul to the devil there was no turning back. Okay, that sounds a bit dramatic. But I have to jazz it up a bit. Let’s just say i fell in love with a toxic person. Fast forward 5 years later and I was a pregnant senior in High school and my prince charming had been sent off to a camp for juveniles. Yep I loved those bad boys what can I say. Luckily he returned before i had our baby and then that is when the trouble began. Now let me tell you I was raised in a middle class home. I was Never exposed to drugs, alcohol or evil people. I was sheltered and to say the least raised only to become someone very successful. But i was a rebel and did what I wanted. With that being said once my boyfriend returned he fell back into his life of drugs and crime and cheating. I didn’t know what a person was like on drugs until several years later when i landed a job in my community working with at risk youth. Anyway back to my beginning. He started back up with drugs, was never home and to top it all off slept with my “best friend”. This is where many of you reading this might say oh no girl, you should have left him right then and there. BUT! Might i remind you that this is an 18 year old in love!! You don’t just give up on your love! You fight for your right to Loovve!!! Ha I know right. He kept messing up and i kept having kids with him reeeaalll smart. But you see during this time in my life I became very alone, depressed and isolated. He would leave for days without calling or texting and i would call and text around 100+ times trying to get ahold of him. Now dont get me wrong i had family and i had friends to lean on but i was searching for the love from somebody who didn’t love me back. So then i did the real smart thing you know the thing that is supposed to bind you together for life. Let’s all say this together mmm-marriage. I took this madness a step further and married the guy. And let me tell you. Whenever i tell people this story of mine and get to this part they look at me like im crazy and that may be so but, believe it or not my friends there was actually a time in history that if you had a baby with a man you were going to marry him. And that’s where my grandpa comes in. I adored my grandpa and respected him very much. And he wanted me to get married. He made it a big deal to the point where he became mean and hurtful never saying anything to me but to my parents. They knew i wasnt happy and didnt encourage it but I thought that good old marriage thing would solve everything. After all people who are married dont cheat or lie.. Right? Wrong. So there i was a 19 year old kiddo marrying my boyfriend, who happened to be high on God knows what that day. I marched into that court room with my family that day. My hair was blown around from the chilly January day, my cheap $3 nails from the dollar store were chipping off quick oh and let’s not forget the big 9 month baby due in 2 weeks under my BLUE dress that my mom bought for me from Herberger. I was a wreck, poor and making a big mistake. But I smiled into his dialated pupils and said the words “I do.” And thats it. Thats when i became somebody’s wife…

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