I've gone thru three serious relationships in my life and all though they were hard to overcome. They each taught me a lesson.
Let me start with my first love. The boy, that at one point I would move heaven and earth for. I met him at a friends house party. As soon as our eyes met it truly felt like love at first sight. I could feel butterfly's fluttering around my stomach as he approached me. We talked for hours that night and he explained to me about getting out of a relationship not too long ago. I told him I had never been in a serious relationship. He looked puzzled and asked if he could get to know me better but, take things slow. So, long story short after "talking for a couple months" we made it official and started using titles like gf/bf. It was a young and beautiful relationship to start but, it is true when people say sometimes you don't really know your partner. We would get into arguments about his ex gf all the time because all my friends would tell me he was still seeing his ex. When I would ask him of course he would fill my head with lies. I was young an naive I believed him every time. After a year together I found out I was pregnant. He decided he needed to make more money and went to Louisiana to work for about three months. When he came back that night we made passionate love, that hadn't happened in a long time. He went to take a shower and for some reason something told me to check his phone. (Call it woman's intuition.) As, I was going thru it I ran across his ex's number. I looked up his messages and they had been texting while he was away. He told her he still loved her and missed her very much. Photos were sent back and forth. I was just in disbelief. I looked thru his wallet and found a bag of coke. At this point he was walking into the room. I was so upset, heartbroken, and confused. This is when the relationship started to get physical. When I confronted him, he slapped me then hugged me real close to him. He apologized and as usual he fed me all kinds of lies,I believed him. I know most people would be telling me by now how could you be so dumb and have stayed with him, but I loved him.
I eventually had my son and I felt like our relationship was finally better. When my son turned a year old my ex asked me to go to Mexico with him to visit his family. I said yes and within a couple weeks we left. Everyone was so welcoming to my son and I. They offered to help with anything I may need. We would go to different towns and visit different family but, after about two months of being there he changed. He would make me stay in the room only to come out to wash clothes, cook, or to shower. I felt like I was a prisoner. His mother would knock on my door and ask for my son to take him to town but, would never ask for me to join. I spent many nights just crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe that I was just confined to a room unable to speak or see anyone unless he was around. My ex was having a party at the house one day and I was just stand offish in the corner. I remember his niece coming up to me and we talked for about an hour. As, she was about to leave she told me that she had something to tell me and it had to stay between us. She told me that me ex was seeing someone else. That he would take the bus with her and should would always be sleeping in his arms. I felt so my heart shatter into a million pieces. I didn't confront him this time because I was so far away from home. I just kept it to myself.
It was the beginning of the year and he wanted to file taxes using my sons ss. I gave it to him of course and when he got his money back he asked me if I wanted to go home to visit but, I had to return. I jumped up for joy I was going home to be with my family. No more having to be imprisoned in a room. I packed as much as my suitcase would allow. & as soon as I got home I called and told him I was never going back. If he wanted to make this family work he had to come back to the USA. He said he would because he loved our son and me so much. After, being back for two months he texted me and told me he didn't want to be with me anymore. I cried but, I accepted it, there was no way I was going to go back to Mexico. Maybe, after three months from my ex leaving me he called me out the blue and cried to me saying he missed us, loved us, and just wanted to be together again. He asked me to marry him and I accepted. I still told him I wouldn't go back he had to come to us. He agreed again but, it was never the same he would call and text me when he felt like it but, I waited, waited, and waited.
I remember every single thing about this final call. I was at the washateria. Putting my clothes to dry. When I received a phone call from my ex's sister. She spoke so calmly on the phone. She asked me where I was at and if I had anyone around me. I told her yes that I was with my sister and she said ok. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you but, my brother is never going back. He is engaged and is living with someone else already. I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you but, I don't think it is right that you are waiting for him to come home and he isn't even thinking about that anymore. I dropped the phone and just cried. I felt so betrayed. I waited three years for it to all end like this and he didn't even have the courage to tell me.
I was truly young and dumb. Why do we allow ourselves to be in such toxic relationships? Why do we not value ourselves at time? All the signs are in front of us to leave but we choose to stay, why? We are beautiful and deserve the world. Thanks for reading my first story my last one is my craziest, hope y'all will read it and give me some feedback. That one I am still struggling with. Til' then goodnight world.