So the last time I wrote about my past I ended with telling you that I was 19 the first time that I got married. So…. at 19 I was married the first time, I was young and I had no idea really what marriage was all about. All I knew was that I wanted out from under parental rules. I was having issues not only with my mom but also my grandmother. At the time I didn’t know that she had early onset alzheimer’s. So we were clashing really bad and fighting all the time. And I had never known my grandmother to be so cruel.
So in the summer of 2005, I went to stay with my aunt. She set me up with her friend that she had known for years. She said that he was about her age, so I said ok not a problem it was just a date. Well I really like him, and our first date was on August 25, 2005. In September I officially moved in with him, on November 11 we were engaged. The next year on August 26 we were married. I left him three times, I managed to make it 8 years almost. We had our ups and downs, but we also had our good times. He was a good man, but just not the one for me. He liked to keep tabs on me by calling or texting me every 5 or so minutes asking where I was and what I was doing. And I would be at our local library just doin some research or just playing around on some good wifi lol. He knew where I was and what I was doin before I left the house, but yet I still got calls and texts. It was very annoying and I felt like I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or do anything without his permission. Like I said I fought it out for nearly 8 years. And the house we lived in all the windows were blacked out. I couldn’t stand being in the house all alone and no light, I had no friends that I could go hang out with or anything. And it seemed like that the only people that he wanted me to hang out with was his family. I didn’t like his one sister and the one I did like worked all the time. His parents were sweet and I loved them but I really didn’t want to hang out with them all the time. You know what I mean? Life with him was good but it wasn’t great. I wish that we had went out more and he would have actually took time to be with me but things weren’t as they seemed.
On January 14, 2013 our divorce was finalized. We didn’t keep in contact much after that. And then after a few months we didn’t speak at all. By this time I was living in Tennessee, things were goin good. I met someone that I thought was very wonderful in September of that year, I thought he was son wonderful in fact that we were married that December. His name was Josh.
I will pick up again at a later date, don’t want to overwhelm my readers too much lol. Thank yall for taking time to read my posts. I know they aren’t much but I want to be a writer one day and I hope that maybe some of my life can be a lesson or serve as a warning what not to do. I hope that someday my posts can help someone. As I said thank you again for reading my posts. If you haven’t read part one go check it out and see what you think of that one.