This story has several parts so this will be Part 1 of my life story. This started around March of this year and to me, it was kind of crazy along with knowing how boys are at the end. I could not understand some of the things that went on because I was in a 5-year relationship with my baby's daddy. During the 5 years, my boyfriend would be the one to break up with me then we would get back together. This time was different. At the beginning of April I broke up with him this time and this was my first time. This is how it started...
The story and lesson I will be writing about is true, but names will be changed to protect one's identification.
From being in a high school who did not consider marching band an extracurricular activity was sort of, you can call it, mind playing. At one event, we would be awarded and then the next, they do not say to come up to the stage to tell the younger kids about the hard work we do. As being a retiree from the high school band, we should be well-known by now that marching band is extracurricular.
I feel like after seeing what has been happening all around me, I grew up a little. From being a little girl taking care of my younger brothers and not discovering who really am, to making it to this year of 2018. I can understand why I am here and experiencing all these events. I used to think to myself all the time since I gave birth to my little girl, how am I, as an 18-year-old mother going to get through the struggles? I faced a lot of disappointments and resentment, but grew out of the negativity and saw there is a way to get what I want for my future and my daughter's. I couldn't face why the father of my child could not grow up and just be an adult until I faced the fact I can have fun in life without being judgmental and harsh of the choices he makes. As teachers and friends always told me: we are only humans; we all make mistakes.
Have you ever seen anyone that was so stressed out that they changed, including yourself? As I remember as being a young girl and helping my mom watch my younger brothers, I have seen it a lot in my family and friends to identify it. To see anyone you love go through harsh times is not fun to see nor tempting to bring out of the blue, mostly being at the age of four. Looking back, I had been affected and now look at me, my emotions take control of me more than it should.