Oh I skipped some stuff didn't I... well, none of the in between matters. None of my past really matters other than what I'm going to tell you now.
We got married, lived apart for about 2 years because of school and military not agreeing on where we should live. After we started living together...things went downhill. He was, to me at least, not good. My life was controlled by him. I was unhappy but felt stuck because, shortly after we began living together, after being married for 2 years, I became pregnant. (If you are keeping count, I was 20)
Now, just about 3 years after I found out I was expecting, I am a single mom.
Between then and now I had a volitile relationship with a man that didn't love me, got divorced, and started dating another man that was sweet and caring, but had a lot of growing up to do and often times felt like he had to control me to keep me with him. I was not in a place where I could help him learn to trust me, I needed someone that already did. That man and I started dating before I was officially divorced, and I the relationship ended just a few weeks ago.
This is the first time since I was 16 that I have belonged to NO MAN.
I am free. I can talk to whomever I please, I can flirt, I can go out, I can become a hermit and never leave the house again. I can have a relationship with my daughter akin to Lorelai and Rory from Gilmore Girls. We can move to a little town and share clothes and snap quick witticisms at one another whenever we are stressed. I can do that if I so choose.
I don't have to ask for permission to buy something, I don't have to get the opinion of someone else if I want to paint all the walls different colors (thought that's just a terrible idea, I've seen it done. it's not pretty. but it's the principle of the matter)
Anyways, this is the journey of a 23 year old woman, taking back her life not only for the sake of her daughter, but for her own.
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