Things Happen For A Reason
A heartbreak can really fuck with you. It can either make you stronger or break you down.. or both.
I became so emotionally involved, I guess you can say I was truly in love with this guy. I was so committed to him that I moved in with him within the first few months we started dating. After those few months, he took me on vacation to paradise - Punta Cana. He met my friends and family and I his. We would enjoy each other’s company even if we were doing absolutely nothing. I became pregnant with his child and we lost our precious soul. Moving from New York to the South was a big change, but moving to Puerto Rico was the real deal. After that move, everything changed.
I returned to New York alone and heart broken. I felt stupid. I didn’t care about anything. I began to try numbing the pain with alcohol. I would go out Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday - nonstop. There was a point where I’d go out every single day of the week. I started sleeping over random guys homes. I had no care in the world. I remember feeling literal pain in my chest, in my heart. I will never forget the pain. It had only been a few months since I got back from Puerto Rico. I was living on out of my car, from couch to couch.
There was this guy who’d watch over me. He was just looking out for me. Let me sleep in his bed after a stupid drunk night and I ended up living there. Well, I’d sleep there and shower there. I had some clothes at a friends house, and my cousins house, moved all of it to his house. We even went on trips to Las Vegas and Atlanta. This guy is now my son’s father. I do have to say, he saved my life from a stupid but genuine heart break. I guess at first, it broke me the fuck down, but I’ve come a long way from then.
