The next guy i dated was a fucking douche he was so disrespectful his mom didn’t like me because i wasn’t his ex girlfriend long story short he was the male version of a ugly ass hoe. I blocked out everything about me and Dee because I knew that wasn’t going to happen again. But shockingly every time he came back to the school people would warn me. That way i wouldn’t run into him unfortunately that didn’t work i ran into him every single time.
Did I say a word? No, I completely ignored him to avoid any problems which was even better for me. I had a lot going on the last two years of high school and I wasn't about to waste my time with extra issues. Over that length of time he had another baby and I didn't mind it. Honestly I was happy for him. I ended up going to prom by myself and having fun without a care. I told Dee no when he asked me if I needed a date because he was a father now so I knew he was busy and also that there would've been a lot of drama I didn't have time for. Even though I said no I think he still showed up. The night of my graduation I cried tears of joy knowing that I made it out of that hell hole they called a school. I partied all night long.
By 19 years old I lost my grandmother and a whole piece of me left with her. My depression kicked back in so I dropped out of college and stopped working all together. My hair started to fall out. I stressed so much I didn't even look at myself it was like I fell off the center of the earth. I had no friends and like I said my boyfriend at the time was a douche and didn’t care about me so I had no one to vent with. I prayed every night before my grandmom passed away to have at least one true friend to have my back when that would happen. It had gotten so bad that I had to either take sleeping medicine to get some rest or drink myself to sleep.
The nightmares were horrible and I tried to help take care of my grandmom as best as I could but I guess that wasn’t enough for most people. So I started to wear hats because of my hair. I stopped drinking and taking sleeping medicine to rest and throughout everything from the beginning of my grandma getting sick until her last day here on earth with me my bestfriend Dee stuck with me through the depression and all. He was there. I felt so grateful that God blessed me with him as my friend because I wouldn’t have been here to tell you this story. After a while of talking Dee and I had gotten close again, maybe too close.
