“And that’s how the cow ate the cabbage!”
Things started to change. I was his. He wanted us to get married soon, but I was still in high school. I talked to my mom, and we decided it was best to wait until after I graduated. But he kept pushing me to marry him.
He was misunderstood by everybody, his parents, his friends, his old girlfriends. He would tell me how miserable he had been before he met me, and I (of course) was going to make everything better for him.
We would have a perfect life together. He told me he was going to join the Navy and wanted us to get married before he left for boot camp, so I agreed to marry him as soon as I turned 18, so we didn’t have to have my parents’ permission. This was the first of many lies.
When we had our first really big argument, I should have known that something was terribly wrong with this guy, but I opted to dismiss the signs. He would change for me. I just had to show him how much I loved him.
That first fight was a definite control thing, but I thought he was being super jealous and over something as dumb as hearing a man’s voice in the background when he called me that day. It was my Dad and his friend visiting, but he was sure I was seeing someone else.
When I had finally argued the point until I was furious, I got in my car to go home. I started the car and began to drive off when he grabbed the door handle, and it jerked him off his feet. I thought I ran over his leg. He rolled over into a fetal position. All I could think was, “I’ve killed him right here in his parents’ driveway.”
I yelled his name several times as I jumped out of the car to see if he was okay. He didn’t answer, just moaned. I ran to him and grabbed him to roll him over and see if he was okay. As soon as I touched him, he began laughing and hugged me. He got me to stop.
We argued a bit longer, but eventually, I gave in to his poor pitiful life story and promised again that I would always be there for him.
There were many other instances, but all ended the same way. I would feel sorry for him in the end, and I knew that I could make him happy. We continued dating.
Stick around. I have lots more to tell you.
