Having to fix all this junk at work brought back some, less than happy memories. My mind didn't want to stay focused on my work, but rather show me how I've been doing this my entire life.
When I was 4: two kids in my preschool class spilled some paint, then began arguing about it. When it became apparent neither would fess up, I just decided to tell the teacher it was me and take the punishment to fix their mess.
When I was 10: one of my so called 'friends' came over and decided to play football in the house, after I told him we weren't allowed to. He broke my mother's vase. I took the blame because he was my 'friend', or so he said.
When I was 17: one of my other 'friends' decided they wanted to take my new mustang for a spin and wrecked it. Once again, I took the blame, thinking it was what I was supposed to do.
Since then I've always felt the need to clean up other's messes. I never had a friend that stuck with me through it, or even stuck up for me instead, especially when it really was my fault. I've come to believe that there is no such person, and I am in this life on my own.
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My Past, Your Past, Our Future (arranged marriage)
RomantikI knew the moment he walked through that door, and into my life, everything was about to change. For better or worse, I didn't know. But one thing I do know is that I'll never forget him and all we went through. This is our story. (Christian Romance)
