Ex’s 🥀

Hello eve Community, long time user first time poster.

I wanted to post a personal topic like this since there are so many people that can relate to a story like mine.

It begins at the age of 14. I had this obsession with a dance crew and all the members had dyed their hair red in solidarity for a family member who had recently been diagnosed with cancer. So, me being the fiery heart I am. I thought why the heck can’t I have red hair. Followed by the many dismissals by my mother I continued with the trend and dyed my hair anyway.

~ Disclaimer: I did it not only because of the dance crews beliefs but because I thought it would be empowering to be different. ~

Well, living in a completely different area (aka “the hood” as we called it) I couldn’t have chosen a better time, because the week after I was to start at a new high school. I was now the “girl with the red hair”. A new spectacle, a very bold one to say the least. But, I didn’t let the new found fame get to me lol. It was almost a shock walking around that school without being talked about since everyone there was a plain Jane. They weren’t used to me that was for sure. From this I became outcasted. I knew it would be this way, coming into their territory so heavily. But eventually the crowd got used to me and I still have a few friends for life. Anyway, it was probably my third day in and I had my maths class changed to the room next door. This is where I love to sing a long to Wet Dreamz by J Cole. Because it’s like the theme song to my high school relationship. It goes something like this, I walk into maths class my bag hanging off one shoulder, holding onto my books with my arm and a pen in my mouth. The teacher showing me to the maths class opens the door and introduces me to everyone. And literally as I’m scanning the room. I remember it so clearly, I started from the right and panned to the left. It was quite a big class. And then as I look to the left, I met eyes with a young boy rocking on the back of his chair. As I look at him he slowly puts his chair back onto the floor to sit properly and smirks at me. I looked at him as if to say “whatever”. Yes, idk who I thought I was back then lol. I took a seat at the desk on the other side of the room opposite him. Not long after that we were put in more classes together. We passed notes, sat together all the time, annoyed each other and all that cute stuff. Even wrote a note to meet each other after school how bout that lol. Eventually we started talking online acting slick. Then we both went to the same party and then while he was walking me home he asked if we should be together.

NOW. When I say the next sentence please believe, I was scared as all hell when he asked me this because not only was I still 14 years young. I was also the youngest (the baby) girl in a strict christian biased family of 5. My two older brothers both haven’t been in relationships and weren’t allowed. I was always told your not allowed a boyfriend growing up. Certainly not at 14. So, what option did I have.....but to damn well keep my relationship a secret until I had the balls to finally tell my family lmao. So I did exactly that and thought I was the shit, until things just weren’t matching up. “Oh mama I’m going to the movies with the girls”, “movie night at blah blahs”, “oh we’re going to the skate park”. Yes, what we had to do to keep our asses outta trouble. But then my mum CALLS ME one night thinking I’m with my gf and she like “put her on the phone” *INSERT VIOLIN SCREECH HERE*. “Oh she’s in the toilet Mum” Mum be like “ok I’ll just wait till she comes out”...girl, can you feel that. It’s my heart beating out of my chest and at that time this is the biggest thing to keep from your family. The importance of keeping your child safe was superior in our home. My parents cared about my wellbeing. I was and still am so blessed to have them. Eventually I had to tell them, I thought I’ll wait until my 15th birthday at least to tell them. I told my mum first, she was surprised and then she liked him because he was cute lol. Then I finally introduced him to the fam and everything went better than expected.

Finally our relationship wasn’t a secret. Him and I, were very close. I’m glad I got to experience love with him at the age I did and at the time I did. If I had to love him again at this age and at this time. I wouldn’t be able to. Because time changed him into another person. He’s somewhat unrecognisable to me now. We were together for about two and a half years. I experienced a miscarriage with him, a death with him, many family struggles with him. A lot of stuff no one could ever know but he knows. So when you’ve invested time and heart ache and most of all pain with another person, it would be an experience unlike any other the day they finally decide to no longer be in your life.

— I’ll end it here since I’m not sure if it’ll get much attention and if I’ll delete it later, but if you want to know more I’ll gladly put up a pt.2 —

Yours, Tyler.