I moved from California back to Oregon on October 21, 2011. Four days later I turned eighteen. Now to most kids eighteen is the magic number. FREEDOM! That's what my little brother liked to call it. When I came home things were even stricter than ever. No computer privileges, no phone privileges, I couldn't go anywhere except church, bible study, and dance. Things needed to change. I sat down with my parents and let them know that I wanted to work things out but with the rules that they had placed it was not working. If I didn't have some privileges then I was going to move out.
My dad dropped me off at dance. But instead of dancing I decided to walk to the coffee shop. I ran into a friend and he invited me over to his friends house where he was spending the night. I was originally planning on moving out the next day, but I figured why not tonight? So I went with them. I had nothing. No clothes, no personal items, nowhere to stay after that night. I had never touched pot before that night. As I walked into his house I was immediately contact high.
The next morning I was returned to the coffee shop. In walked my last ex-boyfriend. We had never really broken up. My parents broke us up when they sent me away. He was explained my situation and said that I could live with him. He lived in a bachelor pad with two other guys. The first day there I told him that I wanted to try alcohol. It was my first time drinking and getting drunk. When the other guys came home they all taught me how to take hits off of a bong. Drinking and getting high was the new daily routine.
A couple weeks later I got a job at a little cafe. Because it was part time there were no drug tests. So continued drinking and smoking whenever I wasn't working. I started smoking cigarettes when I needed something to replace pot while I was at work.
My ex-boyfriend and I didn't get back together. When I came home he already had another girlfriend. After spending all of my time with both of them we all moved in together. After a night of drinking the other girl gave me a letter confessing she was in love with me. I agreed to date her and we created a menage a trois. After time, drinking, and the creation of a three way porn video things just didn't work out. There was too much drama with jealousy issues and out I dropped of the menage a trois. Shortly after the other two were engaged, but she ended up braking it off. As a side note I am happy to say we are still friends and she has a wonderful boyfriend that treats her right.
I moved in with my ex-girlfriends aunt and started dating her cousin. I soon found out I was pregnant, but because of the way I was living before I did not know who was the baby daddy. After my boyfriend abused me and kept kicking me out leaving me to sleep on the streets I broke up with him.
When I moved back to Oregon the first person I contacted was my best friend, Kyle. He was there for me through everything. So when I started getting abused we began to hang out more and more. He hated where I was living and wanted to save me from it all. I told him plenty how much I loved him and he finally confessed that he was also in love with me. He told me that he didn't want to go anywhere with a relationship though because of the way I was living and partying. When I found out that I was pregnant I immediately stopped drinking and smoking pot. I had a life to take care of and was going to be responsible for the way my baby came out physically and mentally. After Kyle saw that I cleaned up my life he was very torn between dating me or just staying best friends because of my pregnancy. In the end though he picked a relationship. Our relationship started at the beginning of January 2012 and made it public on Valentines Day. Between those dates I was able to find a new place to live with a couple who's kids had all moved out and were either married or engaged. On March 16, 2012 he proposed and of course I said yes. I was getting married!!!!!
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