!!!Tied Up!!!

We met when I was the age of 17 and he was 18 years old. Boy, were we young or what? Maybe not too young to fall in love. Anyway, at that point in my life I was a young free soul. I was in my junior year in High School, had my crew of girlfriends and I was starting to get what life was all about. But unfortunately at that age all I really cared about was going out to parties, boys, and being cool (which meant being able to fit in).

Before I get started tellin you about my love affair with this guy let me tell you a little something about me. I am a puertorican chic, who was born in Puerto Rico and by the age of 2 years old my ass was here in the United States. I have three sisters and two brothers which in all we make six siblings. Yeah, I know, my mom and dad didn't believe in television or probably didn't have one (haha). Anyway, to cut a long story short my father was married, promised my young 18 year old mom who fell madly in love with him, that he was getting divorced. Never did though. My grandmother and grandfather never accepted the relationship between my mother and father so my mother did the logical thing to do, which was run away with my father. She had her own little home with him. Not a luxurious one, but enough to live by. I can't tell you much cause my mom was not one to talk bad about my father eventhough he never did anything for me, but I can tell you that I have three half sisters from my fathers side with that lady that he never divorced. Now, with my mom he had Sister #1, then Brother #1, then Brother #2, then Sister #2 and then me. My father (and this is my own believes) is a dirt bag that my half sisters are around the same age as Sister #1, Brother #1 and Sister #2. That means that whenever Mom and Him had a fight he must have banged (slept with) his "WIFE".

My fathers life must have been so fucked up that he spent most of his time drinking and physically, most likely mentally abusing my mother that she got so sick of him that she decided to leave his ass (finally). I know that it hurt my mom going over her parents authority to be with this guy (my "father") when he totally wasn't worth it. So she went to my grandparents home and they gave her her blessings and with that she left to the United States with a friend that she knew out in Massachussetts, without knowing any english, without much money or clothes and with five kids.

So with that said, I dont know a lot about my father eventhough throughout my life I have gone to P.R. (Puerto Rico) to visit my father and my mom's side of the family(grandma, grandpa (R.I.P), cousins, Uncles, Aunt and etc. with my mom and siblings. My grandparents got over her being rebellious and being with a no good and we (my brothers, sisters and I) got used to "Mami" being the Mom and the Dad. So imagine, she had it tough.

Here in the United Stated Mom got adjusted to the new country, did her thing, we moved a couple times (went on welfare and had housing) and she met a man which is my youngest sisters father. That eventually didn't work out so she was now doing it by herself with six kids. She tried to do some college but six kids and not a lot of english, it didn't work out. Mom always thought of us though, eventhough we never received a birthday card or a call from "DAD" she did it all by her self. She had many jobs and finally when I was the age of 14 she had this steady job as a CNA at a nursing home making good money and financed her own house. She got a loan and moved us to our own little duplex home. By that time Sister #1 and Brother #1 and Brother #2 had moved on their own so it was just Sister #2, ME and the youngest Sister #3.

At that point in my life I was not really into boys because I was self concious about my body. I was always "CHUBBY" as they say. At 14 I still had all my baby fat. Around age 16 I was more active, caring more about my body and was working out at the gym with a friend of mine that was going into the Army but had to lose a couple pounds. Anyways, it never happened for her because she stopped going to the gym and I guess never made it to the Army but I was still very involved in the gym almost like an addiction. I had lost some weight and with help of my best friend I got a little makeover of my own. I no longer wore those awful tight pants at the ankle or those ugly hideous shirt, I wore what was in again, bell bottoms, cute shirts (showing a little something, not much though) and my hair was always done in different hairstyles. My best friend took me into her wing and transformed me. I owed her for life.

My bestfriend and I were inseperable. She was pretty big, maybe about 300 and something pounds (yeah she was big and tall but beautiful) and I was still chunky about 180 something. Sometimes she made me feel good about myself not because she was bigger than me but because she made me feel good about myself. She would help me get "pretty" and one weekend we used to stay at her house(mostly because it was party weekend and we would party til late night and mom would not be happy with me if I came home late) and one weekend she would stay over at my house. That all ended one day because my overprotective mom was saying that she was a bad influence on me. I remember one day that my bestfriend and I went to the mall right afterschool and came home around 6 pm but Mom was pissed off because I had not called her (I didnt think it was a big deal but mom obviously did). I told my bestfriend to stay in my room while I took a quick shower (my room was in the basement with my bed, tv, closet and the whole nine). My mom's best friend happened to be there as well but my mom and her friend were upstairs in the kitchen, so while I went up the stairs to the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom to take a shower my mom was talking loudly to her friend saying that she didn't know why my bestfriend was at home because she was a bad influence on me. So when I was done taking a shower, I went to my room and noticed that my bestfriend was crying. I asked her what happened she told me and said that she was going to leave. She left my house and boy was I angry at my mom for saying that. Why would she do that to me? I guess I didn't understand. Well that was the last time she stood over my house. We used to see each other at school but things were a little different.

Finally at my Junior year at High School, I remember that mom had put a computer in the basement for us all to use but I used it the most. She had installed Aol and I was always chatting. Thats where my boyfriend and I met. He had seen my Aol profile sent me and email and when I read it, I sent him one back. He gave me his number and I stalled to call. A day later or two my bestfriend stops by because she was around my neighborhood (mom was working though) and we chatted for a while. I told her about the online dude and told her I had his number and we should call. I told her he lived close by and that she should dial and I would talk cause my nerves were too high. She called and when he answered she was waiting for me to talk and since I was too shy to talk she hung up. We laughed and joked and finally I had the guts to talk and call. So I did.

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