So what's the deal with that ex husband? It will take 5 posts to sum up this little ditty! We met when he was 15 and I was 16. He was the cousin of my friend's boyfriend. (got it?) "D" is his name. D is also the first letter in dick, that's certainly no coincidence. I went to a good school, grew up on the good side of town, where most people were rich, stuck up assholes. Myself excluded. We lived in a trailer when Mom and Dad got divorced. I wasn't trashy mkay?
D? He lived in the mother heffing projects! For real! He talked different, dressed different, he WAS different. I didn't even like him at first. We talked cus my friend was with her boyfriend making out and they stuck me on the phone with him. To keep me occupied. I had a man. He was away in the army. We dated for a couple of years. My first real love. My first everything. IfyaknowhatImean! *sigh*
I threw that all away for D. Cus he was like a fungus that didn't go away. He bothered me. He was totally on my nutsack! I gave in, and we started 'going together' (remember that? Where were we going?) He ended up using open enrollment to go to my school his junior, my senior year. We were absolutley adorable. Peas in a pod. We fought all the time. He was bad, he drank, and he smoked pot. I was an angel. That's the truth. I was such model teenager, that I told on him for smoking pot before school, and laughed when I saw the principal take him out to search his car. I denied it, of course. We were so different, but inseperable.
We also got in trouble for arson. I was never officially charged, but questioned at my SCHOOL for attempted aggrivated arson. Katie will recall giving me advice on how to break the news to my Mom. I only drove the car. I was taking him and his friend to a girls house, I really had no idea what they were doing until I got there. We were grounded from seeing each other for like a month. I had my car taken away too. He would ride the metro to my house on the weekend when our Moms worked, and only had an hour together til he had to leave because it took so long to get there.
We broke up all the time. We always got back together. We broke up for the longest his senior year. Why? Oh, he said he was out with his friends, and something wasn't right, I had a feeling. I parked my car outside his friends house, and caught him with another girl! Red handed. We called her two backs. Cus, she had two backs. Then he dated another girl who use to be my acquaintence in school. She had a rep for having crabs. Lemme tell you, it was hell being so perfect! I had finally moved on. With an older boy, who was way hot, and the twin brother of my good friend Katie's boyfriend. D found out about this, and would drive by this guys house when I was over. One time, he went to the door looking for me. Couldn't let go. Sucked me back in.
The worst part of getting back together with him was he was still in school with those skank hoes he had dated. All my friends graduated. I had to go to a dance with him, and I hated all his friends, cus they hated me. I hid in the bathroom and cried. For real!
I did not get along with my Mom back in the day. We were too much alike. We butted heads. I don't really remember the events leading up to it, but I moved out when I was 17, to stay with D at his Moms. He had moved in with us before because his Mom was an alchoholic. So, it was like, returning the favor. And his Mom loved me, and always took my side. Cus I was always right, of course. We had big dreams. Marriage. A family, and we couldn't wait to get it started!
To Be Continued...