Married at 18
I was 18 and dumb. I started to date this guy who I went to school with since middle school and everything seemed normal and like it was going well. We got along and I felt comfortable enough to let him read my song book and poetry book. I will be honest and say that I originally didn't want to date him at first and something inside of me was telling me that it would be a waste of time and well, I should've listened. There were red flags here and there but I tried to ignore them because I believed that they would be things we could work through and become stronger but unfortunately the things that I let slide became way bigger problems in the middle and end part of our relationship. For instance, his ex girlfriend came into town and wanted to see him. They were good friends which is okay, a little weird but okay, but he cheated on one of his ex girlfriends with her and she would always invite him over to her house and try to be sexual with him but didn't want to actually be with him which messed with his mind a lot. He asked me how I felt about him seeing her and I knew I had to be as honest as I could because honesty is the best policy. So, I said, "I don't want to be that girlfriend that says you can't hang out with your friends but the history with this friend is a little more sensitive than just a friend so I don't feel comfortable with it at all. I'm sorry."
