This is my life. My story. I was born in Damriscotta, Maine on August 4, 1994. A Thursday. Two loving parents, Kirk and Lisa. Almost four years later, my brother Kevin was born. December 5, 1997. We lived in a small town called Boothbay until I was about 6, when my parents divorced. My brother and I moved a couple towns over to Wiscasset with my mom. About a year later, she met Pete. Starting third grade, we moved to Gorham, about an hour and a half away, which is where I live now. During all of this, my dad still lives in Boothbay. My mom and Pete bought a house together located right in the middle of Gorham. Two years later, they got engaged. A couple months later, my mom was pregnant with my sister, Emma. The wedding happened when I was in 5th grade. On May 27, 2005, Emma was born. A few months before this in February, my dad got remarried to my step mom, Melinda. Everything was all fine and dandy. Then in about 7th or 8th grade, things took a turn for the worse. Pete started drinking heavier and heavier. I hadn’t noticed until my mom had said something. Then one night, my birthday to be exact, I had a few friends over and Pete was not happy. My mom of course was gone, and Pete was absolutely drunk. He was mad at me and my mom didn’t believe me when I told her how drunk he was. He made all my friends leave and I was the one who got punished. He ruined my birthday that year. Shortly after, my mom, my brother and I moved out to another house in north Gorham. Emma stayed with Pete most of the time but visited often. They didn’t get divorced, but they were separated for a while. But of course, that didn’t last long. We moved back in with him after only living in this place for 6 or 7 months. All of this happened my freshman year. Fast forwarding to my junior year of high school, this time, it was Pete’s birthday. My mom was out of town for work business, I mean way out of town. Minnesota or something like that. I was at a friends house and got a call from my brother crying and scared. So I came right home, to find Pete drunk. Really drunk. He couldn’t tell me how many beers he’s had, he started yelling at me saying my father was a piece of shit, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. My mom wasn’t answering her phone. So I called my dad and he got me in half the time it takes to even get to Gorham. After that, my mom knew she needed to end things. We moved out within a month to the place I’m living in now. Ironically, we moved out on my mom and Pete’s anniversary. Now, they still see each other-a lot. Way more than they should. She’s always going over there, he’s always coming over here, even though she knows I don’t like him and I still can’t trust him. It pisses me off to be completely honest. What makes me even more mad is that she knows I don’t like it and so does he. This is going to continue even more once I leave for college, and I feel bad for leaving my brother to deal with it.
My love life. Let’s start with my first serious boyfriend. His name is Tim. When I was a freshman, he was a junior. He was my best friend Brittany’s brother’s friend. If that even made sense. So that’s how we met. We started talking right around the fall of my freshman year and started dating right around January or February. We dated for about 6 months and broke up that summer. I broke up with him. Don’t ask me why cause to be honest, I can’t remember. Let me tell you, he did not take the break up well. But I paid for it. All of my sophomore year, he put me through hell. Every. Single. Day. Until his last day there. He would get mad at me for everything. Call me all these hurtful names. Play with my head, do all these things with me, and then leave me the next day. I regretted breaking up with him, and he knew that. It was almost like he was making my life hell on purpose. His last day of high school, his and ironically my sisters birthday May 27, was the last day we talked for a while. We catch up every now and then, but we went 8 months without talking. It took me a while to get over him, but I did. And believe it or not, everything he put me through made me such a stronger person especially when it comes to relationships.
My next serious boyfriend. Blake. I’m sure you’ve read a lot about him already on here. We became best friends summer going into my junior year, and his senior year. We hung out almost every day, talked every day and every night, I knew he had feelings for me, but he knew I strictly liked him only as a friend and he was totally okay with that. Once school started, I found myself trying to constantly find him. I realized I started to get a crush on him. Everyone was obviously so excited. So we started dating in September. After a month or so, we broke up. But still talked all the time just like we did in the summer. In November, for some reason, we decided to try to be **** buddies. Yeah sounds gross I know but it gets better. December 1, 2010, was the day we said I love you. We started dating again right before Christmas and dated until June. He broke up with me because he was leaving for college and didn’t think it would work. I was more heartbroken than I was with Tim. It was so unexpected. Came out of no where. Yet he was the one who kept asking to get back together all summer, but I wouldn’t. Even now he still wants to and honestly, I might, if he were closer. I know 2 hours isn’t that far, but to me, it’s a thousand miles. We still go through stuff, and we shouldn’t. We’re both too young to be worrying about all of this relationship stuff. I want him to have fun in college and I want to have fun my senior year. I’m hoping we can start going our separate ways soon. Don’t get me wrong, he is the sweetest guy I know, things just finally need to come to an end.
Update on my life. Blake and I did end up officially getting back together, but that didn’t last long. I should’ve seen it coming. Again, he was the one to end it. Well, I kind of did it for him. He told me, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with me. And my opinion if you question it enough to bring it up to me, clearly you don’t want it enough. So I said fine. Goodbye. And this time, it’s for real. We don’t talk at all anymore and when we do, we fight. And we become the most immature people ever. It’s not right. We’ve had our time and now it’s done. Time to move on to better people and the next chapter of our lives. I’m going to college soon. I’m gonna be 4 hours away from him, at least. I’m gonna be meeting new people and focusing on other things. He doesn’t treat me right anymore anyways. He’s not the guy I originally fell in love with. I can’t anymore. I can’t say I always enjoy being single, but it’s better than being with him.
Update: Another chapter in my life, and his name is Jeremy. We have been dating for about 5 months now, and I’m completely in love with him. I can’t wait to see where our journey takes us, to spend the summer with him, it’s just exciting to me. I know what you may be thinking, college is only a short ways away, a really short ways away now, only about a month left until he leaves. And we’ve decided to make it work. I know he really loves me. And I love him so much too and I want to be with him as long as I can. We’re only 2 hours away, and it will be a challenge but I’m accepting that challenge and I’m excited for it.
Like I said, I’m going to college soon, and I’m going to Plymouth State University in New Hampshire to study psychology and becoming a therapist. And I could not be more excited. I’m ready to meet so many new people and have a new life and try new things. Living away from this shithole. This is the point in my life where I’m at right now. When more happens, I’ll update.