I first met what I thought would be the love of my life, three years, 4 months and two days ago. We were introduced in a “Teens after service” group by my mom who at the time was apart of anything dealing with …show more content…
We then exchange numbers, once I got in the car my mom specifically said “Mimi, do not use that number for any personally reasons. I’m not playing with you.” As, a teenager especially a young one; we’re going to sometimes disobey our parents. But, see I didn 't do that, my mom said not to use the number, she never said not to find her on twitter and communicate up there. So twitter was now my go to. We then started talking, everything was so perfect and although I was only fifteen I felt like I had met the perfect person. She was everything I could ever ask for, like Aliyah was beyond flawless. She was Intelligent, had an 4.0 her entire highschool career, she was apart of the National Honor Society, and she was on the basketball team. I feel in love with someone I saw as the perfect girl, when in reality she was broken inside. She suffered from depression and anxiety. She was emotionally detached from a lot of things even her mom. I always taught to love a person as they are, so with me knowing all of that …show more content…
I was always lied to and cheated on and I could never understand why. I was always thinking to myself well maybe it 's me, maybe it’s my fault because she’s cheating, lying, and being sneaky or maybe it 's because she 's like one hundred and ninety miles away . It was like every other three months I was arguing with another female, And I get it I wasn 't there all the time physically; but when I could I made trips to North Carolina or she’d come visit in Virginia so really I never really understood it. Inconsistency wasn’t my cup of tea, and I get it we’re young. I didn 't expect marriage, we’re young so I expected to grow with one another. And for the most part we did grow together. There was always times that I wanted to go, because I knew for a fact I didn 't have to deal with the games that were being played, but I didnt want to leave and she overdosed. I knew she’d always talk about drinking alcohol with her sleeping pills and I just couldnt have that on my conscious. There was most definitely a time in our relationship where I felt as though, I didnt love her nor wanted anything to do with her. I wouldnt say I forced myself to love her again, because I didnt but I definitely pushed myself to give her another chance. Every since then, Chances after chances were given because she knew and even admitted to knowing I’d take her back for two reasons 1) I loved her, way too much to see her in an actual