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."

He said that he understood and that he would deny the request. She did not like that answer coming from him. She pouted and argued with him for three hours about how she has known him longer than his 'new girlfriend' and he would just push the blame on me and say things like, "Well, my girlfriend doesn't like the idea." Needless to say, I got tired of laughing at the screenshots of their conversation and got tired of how dumb the whole thing was and I told him that he could see her if it was in a public place because he was going to go see her anyways whether I said no or not. If I followed my gut and remembered my high standards, I would've dumped him so he could do what he wanted without having three hours wasted. I wish I wasted those three hours than wasted two years and my freedom, sanity and mental health.