Today is day one of this blog.
I am starting these posts in an attempt to learn, discover and work through all the shit that I believe I have accumulated through this young life of mine.
I am 23 years old (barely), I have a two and a half year old little boy who might simply be the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth. I have been married for just over three years to a man that promised me the world the first time he laid eyes on me, and has done his best to live up to it.
I suppose I would have to say it all started at the age of 15. Well, besides the fact that I grew up in a third world country and attended a boarding school for most of my schooling days. But who said that was important right?
It was grade ten, and up to this point, I had gotten into some trouble, who doesn't at this age? But 15 is when I decided to take it all into my own hands.
My sister, who was a person I always strived to be like, was living with her boyfriend at the time in the big city of SARNIA. Woah, I thought, I have got to get a life like hers. My parents and I had been fighting a lot, and I had the brilliant idea that maybe I would move in with my sister.
At the time, this seemed fool-proof. Who wouldn't want to take in a teenage girl? I promised I would work, and that I would do my best to stay out of every one's way. I could tell it wasn't ideal, but I was put up with.
I was also dating a boy. One whom I had a crush on for years. You know when they describe the bad boy at school that everyone swoons over? Well he was that guy. Creepy in a way, but always sexy. I mean come on, if we didn't all feel this way we wouldn't have creepy Edward Cullen stickers to put on our walls.
However it was short lived, and the only thing that I took away from the relationship was, a baby.
