Before I met Mike, I was more worried about work and hanging out with my friends, than meeting my husband. I was 19 and had my own place, as I did since I was 16. In between yes I had moved back and forth between my aunts, moms, and my own place. I struggled with depression my entire life, and sometimes even let it consume me, but never did I think about giving up. Even as a teenager I grew attached to toxic guys, and toxic females, except for one who I have always wished well upon and thank god he found the woman of his dreams and ended up getting married in Domican Republic not that long ago. Jonathan was the most amazing guy I had ever dated but he was also my best friend for many years before. We ruined our friendship when we broke up as a couple. It hurt like hell losing my best friend, but in the end it worked out for him. Every other person I had dated or talked to either was crazy, made me throw up everytime I saw him (true story.) or just dragged me down the wrong path with them which I was always down for fun. I had a group of the most amazing friends. Jess, Depari, Kayla, Christine, Dave, Shane, Manny, Vinny, Victor, and the person I would eventually call my son’s godfather Corey. Most of us had grown up together and some I met through school. I loved every single one of them in many different ways. Jess was my maid of honor and the first person who became family instantly. We met when I was 5 and she was 6. As soon as I met Kayla we were inseperable. Depari and Christine were two of the most outgoing, hilarious people I had ever met and I loved every second we were all together. Dave and I are still incredibly close and to be honest I always thought one day he would be the man I ended up marrying. I love him as my best friend, and he is one of the best people in my life. He is there for me always no matter the distance between us. He has finally met a wonderful woman and I wish him the best and he knows I will always be here the way he is for me. Shane and Manny were always like older brothers to me, and yes they always protected me. Vinny and I met through parties at my cousins and through school, he was my ace of spade, and I was his queen of hearts. We were extremely close and he protected me on MANY occasions but unfortunately things happen and we no longer speak, his brother Victor was awesome, he was funny, and smart and always had that way of smooth talking his way out of anything or in to anything. Corey I met through my cousin Raymond and when I tell you the day I met him he was wearing a trench coat, combat boots, and looked like he just stepped out of a rock/goth time warp I am not kidding. He and my cousin became inseperable but so didn’t we. I remember his mom catching him, myself, and our friend jill in a little closet when they lived near Budlong Pool. She was furious because we were young but he was my best friend. This kid used to talk me into anything, whether it be parties, smoking weed (which I don’t like) or just doing stupid, fun, teenage things. We had all always had an inside joke of one of us slapping each other on the chin and yelling “BALLS ON YOUR CHIN!” but me and Corey took it to a whole other extreme. Our nickname for each other was “Balls.” He was the one who introduced me to Mike, even though back then everyone knew we had liked each other but we knew we were better off as friends. I was not going to lose another best friend to a relationship. We might have had a lot of parties and yes I did drink, but I was never to the point where I could not stop. I got up at 5am every single morning to take the bus downtown for work, and the only time I missed a day was when my cat died, and that was my baby. We had other close friends but as it turns out most were never that real towards me except a very select few. ( Kim and Kristen, I love you both.) Growing up my family and I were extremely close, my sisters were my best friends, my cousins were more like siblings. We were just an extremely close family, even when there were certain members of my family trying to manipulate me into thinking my mom didn’t care nor try. My mom raised three girls alone after our father died, and yes she struggled with things that I will not put on here. She did date many toxic men, which became normal to me. I didn’t know what love was supposed to look like when I was young. The closest person I ever considered my father was my Uncle Ray, and after getting married, and returning to Florida for the second time he gave up on me too. My aunt and uncle seemed like the perfect couple, but then my uncle cheated. They worked it out, but I now knew for sure that there was no such thing as a perfect relationship. I never believed in fairy tales anyway. There was a couple of terrible things that had happened in my teenage years but that’s for another post. These friends I talk about were childhood to lifelong friends. I didn’t include my middle school or high school friends into this post because well that’s a whole different story. I just wanted you to get to know a little bit of what kind of person I was, the people I hung out with, and a little bit of my family life. Until tomorrow..
Everyone Has A Story, Here's Mine 