My first love and i ran into each other after almost 10 years.We met when i was 16 years old and this shy, insecure, slightly snobby, and prepie looking class girl.He was the bad boy, with smart *** mouth, and a loner who lived in a tralier park.My parents thought he was white trash and hated him but even though we hated each other in the begining we fell in love hard and we dated almost 4 years.We split for dumb reasons mainly conserned with pride on both sides.I dated around after that for a while before meeting my husband of 3 yrs now who i am misreable with and lonley even though he gives me anything i want.Seeing him makes me remeber how happy i was when i felt loved, safe, protected, respected, and could talk to him .He ended up getting a scholar ship and going to college he is now an entreprenneur.We have had coffee/lunch three times am i torturing myself?
2006-11-30
04:10:58
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