Come What May......

Matt and I met in Feb. The first time I saw him, I went to my sisters house and he was parked in the drive way. He came out side once and I saw him and was thinking to myself "he's really cute". After my sister went next door to ask who's car was parked in her drive way he came out again to move the car. I watched him walk over but really didn't give it much thought. Just another cute guy in the world.1

It was a couple weeks later that my sister Kelli text me and said that he wanted me to have his number. Me being the stubborn, independent female that I am refused to contact him first. I told her that if he wanted to talk to me then he could get a hold of me. 10 minutes later he text me "hey." I couldn't really remember what he looked like I just knew he was really attractive. I didn't know anything about him accept he was 21. I was 24 at the time and was dead set against dating anyone younger. But there was something about him. He seemed very mature and all around perfect. He had a job that traveled so for 3 weeks we talked day in and day out and everything he said was just right.  2

Before he came around I was stubborn and head strong. My friends told me I had commitment issues. My own family thought there was something wrong with me the way I ran through men and never kept one around long enough to have a real relationship. I had been hurt enough that I wouldn't allow it to happen again. But Matt seemed different. I really enjoyed our conversations and he seemed to be honest. I usually don't fall victim to someones game. The fraze "can't play a player" comes to mind. I was way too smart for it and had been through it enough I saw all the signs. But I told myself with this guy I'm going to actually give him a fare shot and allow myself to be open to him. I saw little red flags that in normal situations I would have ran the other way but I REALLY wanted to give him a fare chance.3

It was probably 2 weeks after we became official boyfriend/girlfriend that I knew I was really developing strong feelings for him. He was always so sweet and attentive to me. When he came home on the weekends we were hooked at the hip. When he started leaving little things around the house like shoes, clothes, and a toothbrush I couldn't help but smile. I felt like I had finally found that thing that some people search their whole lives for. But our relationship was plagued from the beginning with rumors and trash talk. There was a certain female who we will call "the skank" that seemed to always want to have what I had. There was no secret she wanted Matt. It didn't bother me at first because Matt always assured me she meant nothing to him and she had her chance but blew it. Things seemed to get more and more out of hand though. She was constantly calling and texting him and coming up in conversations. One day I had finally had enough. Matt had called me on his way back to Oklahoma, telling me how she was calling and texting him the whole way back saying she was sorry for what she did and she was ready for a relationship and could he give her a chance. She wanted him to break up end things with me to be with her. I was disgusted and hurt. I told him that he needed to tell her to quit or I was going to say something. He claimed he was going to but I still decided to take things into my own hands. I told her myself how disrespectful she was and she needed to stop. She seemed to understand and said she would stop contacting him. But I always knew in the back of my mind she would be the total demise of our relationship.