If it’s meant to be it will always find its way. This is true, very true. I mean everything happens for a reason even if it’s bad at one moment it will always have a positive side.
When I was in Middle School I was in love, I had a boyfriend and I loved him so much. His name was Carlos. I would dream about our future together, but come on he was my middle school sweetheart and I would forget about him when we grew up and marry someone else. Or at least that’s what I thought. We loved each other for 2 years; in 8th grade we broke up I was devastated, he was my first love, my only love, but he had changed so much, he wasn’t the same person I had fell in love with. He started hanging out with the bad crowd, doing drugs and getting in trouble. Even though I was sad because we broke up, I thought it was actually the right thing because I thought I deserved someone better. We were just friends in 8th grade but I still had feelings for him and he had feelings for me. One time I had a long talk with him. We talked about our time together, about how much he had changed and how much we still love each other but we didn’t get back together since at the end of 8th grade he would go to a different high school.
The end of 8th grade came and it was time to say good bye forever. I wouldn’t see him anymore at all for the rest of my life. I was sad, very sad and depressed but high school came and everything was so different. I met so many new guys and cute, that I forgot about Carlos in a few months. I only thought about him once in a while, and just wonder how he was doing and if he had forgotten about me. I had new boyfriends, new friends new everything.
In my sophomore year I met this guy. He used to be Carlos’s close friend in middle school. I had totally forgotten about Carlos with him. I thought he was the perfect guy I had been waiting for and that we would be together forever. We were together for a whole year at first he would treat me like a princess but after the 3rd month he started changing. He would yell at me, tell mean stuff and sometimes even hit me when we fought. I was so in love with him that to make him happy we would have sex then he was happy for the rest of the day. One time we got so mad I was really tired of him that I told him it was over he got mad started hitting me and then he raped me. I was so sad but I thought he just did it because he loved me and that was his way of demonstrating it. I started missing my period and I suspected I was pregnant. I took a pregnancy test and it came out as positive. I was so scared, I had just ruined my life but I thought everything would get better, that I would tell my boyfriend, Andrew, and he would get happy and we would marry but nothing happened like that. When I told him, he said I was a slut, and that it wasn’t his. He hit me and told me it was over. I was depressed; I wanted to die and to kill the baby because I thought it was his entire fault that Andrew broke up with me. When I told my parents about me being pregnant they were very disappointed, my dad even kicked me out of the house. I had nowhere to go, so I went with my sister to her apartment. She had her own apartment and worked and told me that if I wanted to stay there I had to work after I had the baby. The nine months, were the worst months of my life I cried every minute, I had really bad cramp. I never thought being pregnant hurt so much. ... |
