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.
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.

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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