12/04/2020
One big family
It was November 2011 when I first started speaking to Taylo. I was in my last year at school and he was at his last year at college. An older bad boy.
I'm not sure why but always an attraction to younger girls (like me). It started on Facebook, we met after I added him through mutual friens (my bad boy mates), so I automatically knew he would be the same. After talking I found out that he had moved from Hastings not too long ago so he had only started to get to know people around my area.
We spoke for a year on the phone face time and any kind of interaction we could.(as I was too scared to meet) During this time we fell in love and eventually met in May 2012. By 13th July I slept at his place for the first time and we became official.
We spent weekends taking and took turns sleeping at our mums. The first few months were great then we would argue every time we saw each other, still we loved each other and stuck by each other. In March 2014 I had found out that I was pregnant and shortly after moved into his mum's house with him. He got a job and started supporting but at the same time pushing started. After I had her in the October it progressed to hair pulling, slapping, squeezing and punches.
Still I had his kid. I loved him and he wouldn't let me leave so I sucked it up and carried on. I raised our girl alone along with his brothers (his mum was always out) I did this for a year. Me and Taylor got our own place for a year and then got removed due to him getting arrested for domestic abuse. That is when I was free. As a single mum of 19 and having that relationship I didn't think that I could live or love again let alone meet someone and trust them.
But I did and this story is all about Wayne, my savior, my rock and my world....thanks for reading
