Well I guess I will start at the beginning. The beginning will be my freshman year in college. I decided to go to the University of Nebraska- Lincoln. (I am originally from Omaha, NE) That's where I met my first love... from now on he will be known as "JS." JS and I dated for a little over a year when we decided to move to San Antonio, where he was originally from. What I was thinking at the time... I have no idea. I don't think I was thinking actually. So, I moved 1000 miles south to Texas and moved in to a one bedroom apartment with him. Life was good for about 9 months until one day we were laying on the couch watching tv and he turns to me and says, "Becky. I want to break up." Yeah, I kinda flipped out. Threw things, screamed, pleaded and such. Come on! I thought I was going to marry this guy! But, it was over. The only problem was, we had 4 months on our apartment lease. Neither one of us could take it over and neither one of us wanted to break it. So, we stayed there... together... but broken up. I have to tell you, that was the WORST time in my life! Waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where he was, was a horrible feeling i never want to feel again... ever! I still was in love with him, yet I knew he was sleeping around. UGH! I think the worst was the night he brought a girl over to MY HOUSE when I was sleeping, or trying to sleep. I didn't sleep at all that night. It was awful. Finally in January I moved out of that hell hole. And soon after that... I was healed! I no longer was in love with JS. I have no regrets with him. I learned a whole lot. I will not move in with someone until I know for a fact that it will be permanent. And most importantly not move 1000 miles away for a man until there is big fat rock on my
finger. PS: Last time I saw JS was in my apartment complex over two years ago... I think he was buying weed. What a f**king loser!
This is what I looked like back then ------>
Innocent right?
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