I had known Nick for years up until then and always found him very attractive (he is really good looking), but I was always involved with a boy of some sort and Nick was just too young for me. I would jokingly tell him, "when you turn 18 I will teach you how to handle a woman." I would flirt with him and he would try to impress me. Once we did finally give in to eachother, the sex was amazing and Nick was incredibly persistant. I wanted to save him from the vultures he surrounded himself with. I wanted to show him what real love was. We had a lot of fun together. We traveled. He obsessed with me. We fell in love. 9 years together, rewarded with our son.
Unfortunately, we fell to pieces. Communication Retardation. I was unaware that he was being eaten away on the inside by a secret he didn't have to keep. I became his punching bag in a verbal, pysical, emotional way. My only want was to please him, to make him happy, to show him my love so that he would turn back into the sweet boy I fell in love with.
I needed him to treat me kind.
He took me for granted, thought I would lay down and die.
We had problems being faithful to eachother. We did eachother terribly wrong.
Heartbreak warfare crimes.
Crimes that were never meant to cause so much pain, but the pain remains.
the love remains too.
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| Me (pregnant) & Nick relaxin in Jamaica 2006 |
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Cancun Mexico June 2010  |
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