In my last post I wrote about a man that I met in December of 2008. The man that over time became the love of my life. The man that at the time was everything I thought I wanted and needed in a man. Not only had he won me over, but he had also won the other two most important people in my life over, my mother and my son. The times we spent together felt like the perfect little family. He would come over after work most days, and I would either cook, or we would go out and get food. We spent as much time together as we could as often as we could. Every minute of us being together was special to me. He made an effort to keep me happy, he spends quality time with me, he did things for my mom and son, once for a family event, he sacrificed his whole Saturday to put meat on the grill for us and make sure i had everything taken care of. Although I was an adult, I had never had a man to do those things for me. I had never dated anyone who put as much effort into the relationship as I did. He was far from perfect, he had his flaws as well, but he was a hardworking man who not only told me he loved me, but did things to show me as well, and that was enough for me. I was convinced we would be together forever, get married and have our children and just be a happy little family.
Having said all that, you can just imagine how I felt when my Mr. Right started doing wrong. Things started to gradually change and not for the better. It was small things at first. Just not wanting to spend as much time together, making excuses on "our days", working late, helping friends, sleeping more etc. All the little warning signs that I tried to ignore that were just out of his character. I think I made the mistake of either looking through his phone or hoovering over his shoulder while he was texting, which was never a problem in the past. This time it was some woman who I had never heard of, telling him she had fun the night before. I was crushed after that, but he explained what happened, and because I wanted us to work so bad, it wasn't long before I forgave him. This only triggered me to "work harder" to keep him happy and "pleasured" in any way I knew how. I would cook a little more, even started baking for him and tried to give him all the intimacy see he could handle. Anything to "keep my man".
Well I am sure you know from just the title that nothing worked. My fairytale love story slowly turned into heartbreak, pain, and hurt. I was broken, devastated, hurt and did not know how to handle things. You see, I had been hurt before, I had experienced heartbreak and pain, but what made this time different was that I had experienced his love first. Times before him when I was heartbroken and hurt, I could always look back and HONESTLY say he never really showed me love anyways, so I was able to eventually get over it easier. But this time was different, this time I didn't know where or how to start getting over it. My mom tried to comfort and console me as much as she could but bless her heart that wasn't her area of expertise either. She was such a strong woman, all her faith was in God, she didn't dwell on the negative or pain especially from a man. Unfortunately, I was not as strong as she was, and that incident broke me more than I would realize at that time. This was July of 2009. This marked the beginning of some of the worst days of my life. In my next publishing I tell part 1 of the day that changed my life forever!
In the meantime, if you would like to share a time you were in a relationship that didn't go as planned feel free to leave a comment, inbox, "lets chat" or anything. Thank you so much for your time!
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