What’s Love Got to Do with It?
My Divorce
By my 21st birthday I thought I knew it all when it came to love and relationships. During that time I had already been in 3 serious relationships with one resulting in a child. I felt that I knew what I wanted in a relationship and what I needed in a spouse because of my past. After I was left by my 28 year old fiancé to raise my son alone, I became a very mature and responsible mother with my child’s best interest at hand. I decided to continue to attend college, work to jobs to support my baby, and have fun being young by dating until I met the right one. My mother was my backbone throughout this journey. She was my babysitter, my coach, my gift and my curse all wrapped into one. She did almost anything for me but when she thought I was making the wrong decisions, she would ride me like a goat until we get into a big argument and I leave, only to return back home and apologize. But overall she would let me make my own decisions and suffer my own consequences.
One day after work, a guy I was dating who was from the military, asked me out on a date. “Meet me at my friends house and we will go from there.” Jessie stated. “Okay, I will go home to change and check on my baby and I will meet you there.” I replied. He gave me the address and after checking in at home I was on my way. In route of meeting Jessie, I had made a wrong turn. I stopped on a block to ask for directions. It was a nice fall day and a group of boys were hanging out in front of a red, two-flat building. “Hello, can anybody tell me how to get to “6252 South Troop?” I asked. The guys looked in the car and half of them rushed over to talk. “That’s on the next block.” The guy replied. “You look so good.” He added. “My name is Craig, what’s yours?” He said. “My name is Lisa” I replied. “Well, Lisa can I have you phone number and maybe I can take you out one day?” I examined him for a second and said “Yeah”. This was the start to what I consider...