I looked over at this kind of geeky kid. I was so into the bad boys, manly country rodeo bad boys. Honestly I was looking at his friend as possible date material.
"Hey you do you have the answer to question #3?"
He slowly looks up, "My name is not 'hey you', its Shane, Jennifer."
Really!?!?!?! Wow, didnt ask for a tude just the answer. Then class by class we talked a little more, then he started sitting next to me in class. All the while I was not thinking as him as more then just a possible friend.
Then one day out of the blue after a super crappy day I walked out to my little red car and found a note on my car. Yep it was from him. Just saying maybe we could get together. Well I had already gone through a crappy break up earlier that week. Just another shining moment of when I found out I was not good enough and I was the other women....oh yeah with like 8 other ladies. Anyhow, my friends had already decided to take me out that weekend, and I thought what the hay. So I gave Shane a call and asked if he wanted to join. Still not thinking anything more then just maybe a couple of dates....yeah a bounce back....a rebound.
So we went out on a couple of dates, and I liked him. He was really nice! Not like that I have ever been with before. Is this what I was missing after all the other guys I dated. Really...I dont know if I like the bad guys anymore! Give the nice quite guy a chance....you never know when you have a Prince!
So we had been dating for about a couple of months, and things were great. No WONDERFUL! He was polite, caring and I think my parents and Grandmother even like him more then they like me. So I had him over one evening when I was supposed to. Guess what I was like 20 I should have been able to have some one over without my parents being there.
Anyway you remember the land mines I weaved through....yeah I just stepped on one. My parents found out and I had a letter on the garage door when I got home from work saying I was pretty much dead. Now when my father said he was going to kill me I had no doubt mind that he would! I decided I was done. I was done being the dog poop on his shoe. My stepmother came home (they had foster kids that I just couldnt up and leave), I had everything packed and ready to go. Now I said I dont remember much in the years I lived with them. But that night is burned into my memory. That was the night I grew a backbone!
My stepmother said that I couldnt take the car and took the keys away from me. Even though I paid for it. Any way, I walked almost 5 miles on the highway and then I I did something that I have been told to never do....gasp I hitchhiked. Yep I could have been one of those girls that are on the nightly news. Stupid I was, but I had to get out! I had to! But I didnt it was a nice guy that yes had a little to much to drink but he got me to McDonalds in DeSoto where I met up with my Grandmother. It felt good! I was free! I would never get hit again! And to this day I have not been hit or abused in a physical manner.
And here is where I made the choice to stop it from being the story of me to the story of us. Shane did things in the next few days after that craziness that I knew he was some one that deserved a second look, a second thought and maybe my heart.
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