Ok you guys, strap your seatbelts on.

When I was 13 I moved to a different continent with my family. I obviously didnt have any friends and started a whole new life, with a whole new language.

As days went buy I'd go outside to the store and buy my parents groceries, hoping to stumble upon new friends. It was the summer of 2010.

It was lonely and as cold as can be, even though it was 30 degrees. I was lonely and sad from the life I had to leave behind..

All until I met my new neighbor, *Tony*.

Tony was a dream come true. He was smart, funny, he looked like a Mexican Denzel. He was a bad boy and all he wanted to do was spend time with me!

Him and I became bestfriends, and it quickly grew into a relationship. Yes, I was 13, he was 15, but he was the only person I had back then. We were inseparable. Every day he'd be over for breakfast and I'd go to his house for dinner, the summers and winters went by and as time flew, before you even knew, we were together for 3 years. I had enrolled into school and had a whole new life set out for me.

It was perfect,

until my mother started to get worried about me being so young and she didnt think the relationship would last that long, hence why she didnt stop it before.

We were each others first love and promised to wait on eachother for sex until we were old enough.

After 3 years of being together my mother decided to make me end things with Tony 😔 so I wouldnt end up getting sucked into a life of marriage (possibly) or children with my first love before seeing the world. I had to break up with Tony.. I didnt give up easily though, tony and I would hide behind the bushes of our small town park so no one would see us. This went on for 6 months of seeing eachother after school or on weekends, behind these bushes. One day Tony couldnt take it anymore and said he didnt deserve all of this. He also said he wanted to have sex. That broke my heart. I told him I wasnt old enough yet and couldnt give him that even if we were still together.

I felt guilty and told him I couldnt change the way my mother thought of everything and that we had to break up. She didnt want to spend time with me or buy me things I wanted, all because of Tony. She wanted to force me to end it.

It was my first heartbreak. I had to choose between my mom and my bestfriend/boyfriend. He was really an incredible guy and we had something going. I remember feeling like acid was being poured into my heart, it really hurt. I cried for at least a year on and off trying to forget Tony.

Out of spite, Tony goes and tattoos my name on his chest to prove his love. Oh my. I loved Tony and he loved me, but we were just a bunch of crazy kids with so much ahead of us.

After the break up I ended up moving away to a new country and I didnt see Tony ever again. It was better, the pain was definitely harsh. Oh, and We also never had sex with eachother.

5 years later I get called to a wedding back in Tony's city. I see Tony there for the first time after breaking up in 2010 behind those darn bushes. I couldnt even break up with him at my house. 🙄 Tony was as drunk as a donkey and he told me he still loved me even though he had a girlfriend of 5 years. He showed me his tattoo and said it reminds him of me, always.

I couldnt believe what he was telling me. I had moved on a long time ago and I had a boyfriend of 3 years that I love, and I am still with today.

Fast forward,

It's been another 3 years.

Tony messaged me on FB about my late grandmother. We havent heard from eachother since the wedding, how did he even know she died?

It's been another year..

Well,

Tony got married to that same girlfriend last weekend, my uncle told me During a phone call. 🤯

I though got myself, I'm so happy for him. Should I message him and tell him this?

I have been in a relationship with someone who I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, for years now. I never talked to exes or any other men at all. I feel as if Tony and I had spent a lot of time with eachother in our lives and I am truly happy he moved on, and I'd want to have such a healthy ending to all of this with him. I'd want him to know that I am happy and want him to be happy.

What should I do? Would this be wrong, congratulating him?

Oh and, bonus question.. would you have done the same if you were my mother? Some parts of me still cant forgive her for breaking everything apart like that, and other parts understand her as a concerned mother.