My Christian Love Story

Chapter 1 "My First Love, Or So I Thought"

       So I grew up in a Christian household and grew up in the church. I still attend the same small church I did when I was a little girl although so much has changed in this place that was once a safe haven for me. Anyway, I had a good up-bringing; I had a supportive family and parents that ensured what I needed, I got. But from as far back as I can remember I can't really recall my parent's really verbalizing that they love me or that they're proud of me and this would become a challenge later on.

         So we'll go all the way back to grade school in 2010/11 when I had my first boyfriend. We'll call him Max. I was about 7 or 8 maybe and Max and I were so infatuated with each other. I wouldn't say love because I don't think I understood what love meant back then. I really liked him, but when we went to the next class together,  a caramel skinned, long black haired beauty came to our school and I got dropped like a hot potato. And I had to see them being all cute EVERYDAY for that entire school year. So skip about two years I was at a point where I was bullied and it was getting mad intense and nobody in administration could do anything, or so they said. At this point my parents decided to pull my younger sibling and I out and transfer us to a small Christian based school in the same city. I was excited and scared to see what this new chapter held in store. Not knowing the heartbreak awaiting me.