The Struggle.

Chapter One; The Beginning.

I had a rough life. I was adopted at 10. When I was 18, I went out on my own. Until, I moved to Muskegon when I was 20, and from then on, starts my story. It all started, 3 years ago. I met him November, 29 of 2010. He was decent. We were together for practically 3 months. January 21, is the day I never thought things would go a miss. He got home from school, and told me he's leaving. Hysterical, and sad, I asked why. I got no answer. He stated that he was moving to his best friends house, who happened to be my brother. Knowing this, I instantly knew, what was going on. His ex girlfriend hung out there a lot, so.I figured that was the reason. Knowing this, I asked if that was the reason. I got no answer, but a nod. We had been engaged on the day of my birth, December 9th. I thought things were fine, but he made sure that, I knew that was untrue. So, therefore, he walked out of the house, with this stuff, and left me there, standing and crying. I didn't know what to do, you know? So I let him go. Walking inside, I sat on the couch, and cried. My dad walks in and sits down, and holds me while I cry. Telling me everything will be alright. I didn't think that was going to happen...