Young Love

I met Tom 7 years ago, at an old working mans club in our town. I was just 14, he was 17 and in sixth form. Tom was walking his mum to a darts match, in which my mum played alongside her, hence I was there too! I’m pretty sure we only spoke a few words to one another, not enough for him to even learn my name.
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That evening he asked his mum what my name was, but she didn’t know. Social media was a big part of the start of our relationship. He knew my mums name so facebook stalked her, found my sisters profile..then added me. Dedication, I must say. For weeks we would talk via facebook or text, but when face to face interactions occurred we were both painfully shy. I recall him texting me across the room if i wanted to dance, one Saturday night. I said no.

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Very cringe.

It was just over a year after meeting we actually got into a relationship, he was a very confused boy. Leading to the rockiness of our relationship lol! Few months passed…and dear tommy boy decided to break up with me on Boxing Day. What a dick right? But these things happen and sometimes time apart just re-unites you closer. If we fast forward to 2017 we’ve split up soo many times I have actually lost count. The last time was the most brutal, I was pregnant and he decided he didn’t want to be with me. He picks his times haha.

My pregnancy was plain sailing, other than the fact I was planning my life banking on being a single young mum, not what I had envisioned at all. I absolutely despised him, I couldn’t believe he had done that to me. He moved back in with his parents, while I got a new flat reading for my baby and me (Independent Woman and all that). He eventually realised I was the love of his life shortly after the gender scan where we learned we had a gorgeous baby girl on the way. My daughter honestly saved me, if it wasn’t for her I don’t think I would be here today. Our breakup took its toll on my mental health, as well as a million hormones.

So if you’re reading this, and your partner is a bit of a twat, there is hope out there sometimes. You’ve just got to work hard at it, really hard in my case! haha.

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