New Beginnings

A/N: This is my first fan fiction ever so please go easy on me!! This is the first chapter to give some context about the reader. Ally will be introduced in the second chapter so stay tuned!! Please feel free to give me some tips on writing and let me know if there's any mistakes (I'm sure there will be), also if you have requests please let me know, I'd love to hear them and see if I can incorporate them!

When I was 15, I met the boy of my dreams, I just didn't realize it yet. He was popular, athletic, and quite the charmer, completely opposite of my character. We met first semester of 10th grade in english class. I was fairly reserved and quiet in class, keeping most thoughts to myself apart from a couple close friends in the class. Matt constantly spoke out in class which always caught my eye, however I never cared for his charming persona like the other girls in school.

Matt asked me to lunch during the end of the first week of our new class. Of course I declined, making up some excuse on the spot. Why would I want to have lunch with some guy who I clearly have nothing in common with? Why would he want to have lunch with me?

The next week I was asked again, resulting in another decline. The third time he asked I questioned his motives for lunch, explaining we clearly had nothing in common. He challenged this by asking why I thought the way I did when I hadn't even gotten to know him. He brought up a good point and I realized maybe I was being a bit judgmental. I agreed to lunch, which led to the beginning of our relationship.

I've always wanted to become a criminal lawyer so at 18 I decided to do my bachelors of criminology at one of the best schools for the program, it just so happened to be across the country. Matt had always wanted to be an author so he chose to major in english at a community school. We decided we would be able to be the exception for long distance, and make it work. Unfortunately the good days were hard, and the hard days were impossible. In November we both agreed to break things off, three years down the drain just like that. During Christmas break, Matt surprised me at school by explaining he transferred to my school for his program. I was overjoyed obviously, this is my high school sweetheart and all I've ever known in terms of a relationship.

I went to law school after my criminology degree with Matt by my side. When I finished law school at 24, we got engaged and married a year later. A few years after, I was making a name for myself at a law firm while Matt was unfortunately struggling with his writing. I didn't mind being the supporter financially in the relationship. I constantly went out of my way to put a stop to any guilt Matt felt at times. Matt brought up the idea of kids later on, even though he had known I never wanted them. I made this especially clear when he asked me to marry him. I always wanted my priority to be working my way up the latter as a criminal attorney. Ultimately I agreed, both to make him happy and also to selfishly give him something to do as a stay at home dad, as his writing clearly wasn't working out.

At 30 I was pregnant with our son, Gabriel. The most beautiful and gentle soul I've ever seen. I was worried I would resent Matt for convincing me to have a baby, but those doubts vanished the moment Gabriel was born. Matt stayed home with our son while I continued to work. Matt began to distance himself from the both of us, claiming he had a hard time connecting to our son. I tried to reason with him and clear these worries but I was talking to a brick wall. We constantly fought over everything and nothing right when I came home, always exhausted from my long work hours. I was done with the constant arguing and told Matt to leave. He pleaded against it which surprised me as I thought he wanted out of this too, at least that's how he always acted. It hurt to kick him out, he was my high school sweetheart for god sake... It's hard to maintain a relationship that started so young. We were kids, we had our own dreams and goals and it seemed I was resented for being successful and attaining what I always wanted. Matt and I separated when Gabriel was 4. It was clearly in the best interest for everyone, especially our son. A couple months later I found out I was pregnant with our second son, perfect timing I know. I told Matt and he begged to come back with so many promises along the lines of being a better dad and husband. He moved back in and was there when our second son, Bellamy was born. 

Matt and I continued to have problems, I tried to ignore it and we stayed together for the next 4 years, it was hell. Both sons began to question why their dad was so distant and never wanted to play family games or go on family walks with us. After realizing that even our kids knew something was wrong, I decided we needed to fully separate, divorce.

Again Matt pleaded against it. I asked him if this is really how he wanted to live; surrounded in such tension and hostility. He ended up moving in with his mother as he has never had a real career to support himself. The court agreement was for me to have full custody and Matt got to have the kids every other weekend. I moved to a new and bigger home for my family about a half hour from our old town. I couldn't stand staying in a house that never felt quite like a home, filled with arguments, tears, empty promises. So here I am now, with my 8 and 4 year old in the backseat of my SUV, listening softly to the radio, and pulling into our new 2 story home.

"Are you boys ready to see our new home?"