In late 2010 I was beyond broke, living in an apartment that I could not afford, not attending class on any sort of regular basis and didn't have a car. Basically I was worthless. My roommate and I would lay in bed until the afternoon hours a lot of the time and do nothing. By nothing I mean we sat on pinterest, sometimes got out of bed to nap on the couch or lay in each others bed and talk, about God knows what, or plan our future weddings because we're girls and that's what we do. When we finally got around to doing something it was usually making food and watching movies. It was winter, we were hibernating. I worked 10 hours a week, and I pretty much went in whenever I felt like it, it gave me a little too much freedom to do all the hibernating I wanted.
I ended up going home for Christmas for a few days. My friend Josh who moved to Montana was home, so we went to a party at the cabin. Every time he went to get a beer he would bring me one, what a terrible idea seeing as he can drink me under the table. I had Christmas at my grandparents in the morning so I had told my mom I would be home late, but when I left to go home the people that I was with wanted to go by the bar for a drink. Of course I wanted to join! So, with my phone dead and me being completely and utterly drunk, we went to the bar. Literally the only thing I remember is getting there. I walked in, walked up to this girl that hates me, and said "I know you hate me but..." and before I could say anymore she said "Yeah, I do. And so do a lot of other people so you should probably leave." I turned around, laughed not so quietly and said "Why would I leave" as I walked away.
Next thing I know I'm waking up in a living room I don't recognize. You know how awful and terrifying that is..? So, I had apparently hit it off with my one of my best friends brother-in-law, I still to this day do not know what I did to make him like me guys, but I went home with him so apparently something. I had to text my best friend from his phone and ask her if her and her husband would come get me and take me home after they got out of church, how awful of a feeling that is.
---Side note, he didn't take me home because I had no way to explain that one to my parents when I knew they were already going to be mad that we had Christmas in an hour and I was just getting home from the night before.
Somehow this blossomed into a relationship. He would come get me on the weekends because I lived an hour away. We went to the bar a lot., Like every weekend, not because I wanted to most of the time. Even weekends he had his daughter he usually had someone else watch her so he could go out. Yes, he has a beautiful little girl, and I spent a lot of time with her. In all honesty probably more than he did the entire time we were dating.
We weren't very good at communicating, but we had a good time together. We were planning Liv's 2nd birthday party with her mom and talking about possibly thinking about remodeling the kitchen, crazy shit. Eventually the going out all the time and not spending time with his daughter got to me and we grew apart because he wasn't ready to grow the fuck up and be responsible. He broke up with me via text message, seriously. He pulled the whole I just need time shit. Oh, by the way I had moved in like three weeks before this. So literally everything I owned was at his house, and I still didn't have a car. That was fun.
It took me a month to finally get everything out, and it was really hard on me. I think mostly I felt like I was leaving Liv, I had grown so use to being there for her and I love that little girl. I took it pretty hard. Also, Lexie and I had always dreamed of being sisters so we we're just fine with the idea of being sister-in-laws. ha. I wasn't even invited to the birthday party I helped plan. But I get along great with her mom so I got to go see her before hand, thank God because I had bought her so much stuff.
Being home was hard after that, For some reason I started talking to Chad again. I know I know, what the hell, right? I wasn't very receptive at first. He apologized a bagilion trillion times and told me how stupid he was and a bunch of words that ultimately amount to nothing. But after awhile I thought, I could at least give him a chance right.... (stupid).........
So, I did. He was living in Nashville, which was like 8 hours away, at the time.
Until next time, xoxo