People Come Into Your Life For A Reason

Following on from my last post, this is the last of all the crap, this ends how it should, things in the middle not so much but, people come into your life at the right time and they change your life. They save you and they pull you out of all the shit, they help you back on your feet. The time scales on this post may be a bit off, but this is between January and August.

Christmas had gone, the New Year had gone and I was back to school. The last few months were a bit crap but I got on with them. Keeping my ex out my life, I also stopped contact with my friend who helped me. Can't remember how I just stopped talking to people. I also ended up dropping my lessons, not my own choice. My school opened this beauty course shite where you learnt to do nails, I had been chosen so that was that. All the GCSE's I'd chosen to do. Gone!. Oh, I'd also made contact with my Mother. Things were awkward but we were talking.

So the day in question. I'd got up and gotten ready as normal and left the house. I was supposed to be on my way to this beauty course I'd been put on but decided to walk into town as I wanted some smokes. My foster parents eldest son was walking towards the shops and said he'd go in to get me them. Perfect, not the first times he's done it but of cause I'd get ID'd. Anyway, he passes them over and he asks for one for going in, usual shit, someone goes in the shop, they want one. Fine. I don't have a clue what happened but he started making a pass at me and I'm like

"I'm 15, I'm not interested"

But for some reason, there are men out there that don't care about that. They don't like being told no. He started trying to kiss my neck, pushing him away, he grabs my arm with one hand and pushes his other up my top. Still trying to push him away telling him to stop this isn't right, I don't want to do this, he then forces his hand down the back of my trousers, rummaging around like he's trying to find something. Obviously, I knew what he was doing and I knew where this was going. I'm not having this again. I just did what I always got told to do if ever in a situation where I felt over-powered. Knee him in the bollocks. So I wacked his arm to remove it from my pants and kneed him and just ran. Ran and didn't look back till I was at the main road. Well, I didn't end up going anywhere that day just dossed in town. Got into shit when I went back that night. Did I tell anybody what happened?

No.

As I ran away he shouted, "you best not tell anyone or I won't be so gentle next time". Having that run in your head over and over, you don't really want there to be a next time, you don't want to find out if there is, and what will happen. So yeah, I kept my gob shut. Every time I saw him after that when he came round he acted as if nothing happened. I just stayed in my room.

A few weeks later was my birthday. Turning 16. I don't even remember my 16th birthday, Can't remember what I did. wasn't really that excited so was just a normal day for me. What I remember about this is about a week after my birthday, I got a text from a very old friend I'd not heard anything from in a long time.

He'd got my number from my ex. We ended up meeting up outside the shop whilst I was walking the dog, gave me a few smokes, caught up for a brief 5 minutes, nothing special. He started picking me up in the morning, dropping me off in town on his way to work the timing was perfect. After a few days, he picked me up after school one day, and just went and chilled in his car. Now I'd had a crush on this guy for a good 8 months, lost contact with him for personal reasons to do with his ex but that's not my story. I still remember the first day I saw him, I was sat in his car behind him, and I could see his eyes in the rear-view mirror, looking away whenever they glanced back at me.

Being sat in the passenger seat next to him was like a dream come true. And this was also the day I first had sex and enjoyed it. This was the time I first fucked my husband, in the back of his 106!! It was fucking great!

This was the time I first fucked my husband

We ended up spending a lot of time together, morning pickups, after school pickups, weekends. My friend jess and went skating every Friday. So he ended up giving me some money to go skating and he'd get me some smokes. So this is how men are supposed to treat the woman in their life. I'd never been treat like this before so I gave him the change back and he ended up laughing at me.

So I and Jess went skating, he'd given me the money. January the 30th 2010 actually to be precise. I'd told her how much I like him and I was too scared to ask him out. So on the bus home...(by the way, neither of them have ever let me live this down to this day) I'd written a text to him saying

How do you tell somebody you like them if you don't know if they like you back?

Now me being quite shy, just couldn't press the send button to send it, as I also didn't want to freak him out and lose what we have. So we are sat at the back of the bus giggling away and she has to press send for me. Which makes it, even more, funnier for them to take the piss now!

He ends up replying saying " you tell them", We finally get together, when I grew some balls and telling him that I seriously liked him. So I asked him out, and he said yes!! He then dumped me...literally seconds later. Ouch!

Don't worry, another message followed with him asking me out. He wanted to be the one to ask me out! I went from my heart jumping, to my heart-stopping, to my heart melting all within 10 seconds.

So that was a little insight into how I and my husband got together. Moving on...

Our relationship was going great, did the " meet the parents". He had only just come out of a relationship which didn't end well so really I was a rebound for him so they were just cautious as I was only 16 and "fragile". We laugh about it now saying I'm a rebound gone wrong. Everything happens for a reason!

I'd been talking to my mum, and sorted a meeting up with her, He came with me for support and to also meet my mum. She didn't like him, as expected. Either way, I felt like I wanted to try and come back home. I spoke to my foster parents and they said they can't stop me really if this is what I want then ok. So, I moved back home. Very sudden but she's my mum right? My social worker came round spoke to us, and she started getting money for me for being there. I think I was only there a couple of weeks when my mum told me I'm going to have to go back to my foster house. She said she couldn't afford me. So, that was that. I moved back and went on as I did before. Feeling even more unwanted as my mother had just put my back into the care system after only a few weeks of me being back. I went over still, mainly so I could still see my younger brother.

I'd been with my boyfriend one weekend, he'd dropped me off back at my foster home at 11 pm and I heard this knocking on my window. It was their eldest son. He was covered in scratches, blood and looked absolutely hammered. He had clearly been in a fight. Said it was his girlfriend who did it. Anyway, I didn't have a clue what he was saying properly so he started texting me to let him in. I couldn't as the alarm would go off as soon as I opened my door ( thank god). He then told me to open my window, which I also couldn't as I'd previously ran away in the middle of the night and they locked the window and took the key. So he starts banging on the front door and his mum came down, turned the alarm off and let him in. I heard her giving him some grief and she told him to sleep on the sofa. He started messaging me again asking me if he could come into my room. I said no I'm tired I want to go to sleep...but of cause he didn't understand the meaning of no and let himself into my room anyway. He shut the door behind him and sat on my bed, right next to me. Started stroking my face and playing with my hair. I pushed his arm off. He leant in trying to kiss me. His breath completely over-powering with alcohol. I buried my head into my pillow not only to breath again but so he couldn't kiss me. I felt sick. His hand starting to move under my cover and across my hip. Muffled in my pillow I told him he can't do this stop it now! His answer was "well you're 16 now" My heart dropped as I felt his hand slide in my knickers and start groping me. I darted up and told him if he doesn't get out I'm going to scream. His hand rested on my thigh making its way back up to my crotch I shouted his mums' name. Not loud enough for them to hear but it was loud enough for him to back the fuck up. He stood up and backed to the door. He said at the end of the day I was giving him signals. I don't know what planet he was on to think I was giving this tramp any signals but he was plastered and I was scared. He left my room and I started crying. I didn't sleep that night as I was scared to. I didn't want him coming in whilst I was asleep.

The next morning I asked my boyfriend to pick me up and take me to school. I got out of the house as soon as I could. When he arrived and I jumped in the car he knew something was wrong. I showed him the text messages and told him what had happened that night. Safe to say he wasn't happy. He wanted to go up to them and tell them exactly what had happened. I told him no as where would I go, I couldn't go back to my mums and I couldn't move in with him. So he bit his tongue and kept quiet, not that it lasted long. One night after dropping me off he went to the pub for a few pints, and ended up knocking on the door. He told them what happened and to look at the messages on my phone as I had saved them. They spoke to me and told them it was true. I heard shouting and arguing. The next morning I woke up to my phone broke. She had pulled her stiletto heel through the phone. Told me after all this I wasn't allowed to stay here any more. Fine by me.

Again another blurry part, I think I ended up going back to my mums as I had told her too, and then she rang my social worker who came round and I told him so he also had a duty of care to inform the police. I still had the broken phone so we sent the phone away with the police. I was interviewed, he was interviewed. Although the whole family denied it all, even the fact that she woke up and let him in the house she denied!. Unfortunately, none of it went to court as we couldn't get anything from the phone as it was that badly damaged. So there was not enough evidence. She knew he had done it, she read the messages or why would she of smashed the phone. She knew he was guilty. I just hope he never tried it with any other young girls that moved in.

My social worker was by my side every step of the way. He did what he could and I'm forever grateful. He was there for support all the way till I was 17 and he took time off work for a while. So I moved back to my mums for a while and I and my boyfriend were looking at places to move. Now, this must of been July time, I'd dropped the beauty course 2 weeks before finishing it, I did my core lessons and took my GCSE for them.

I and the other half had been for a tattoo not long back, a friend I knew had a tattoo gun and I thought fuck it why not. He lived on a caravan site not far from town. Yes I no 6 months in and we got tatts, so what haha still with the dickhead 10 years later!

Anyway, he told us there was a caravan free a few down from him. By the end of the week he had put a deposit down and it was ours. He'd more-or-less moved into my

mums with me at this point and my mum was like, is he going to go back home. So she wanted him to leave, and whilst tidying up she found some paper we had written on about this caravan so she didn't give us time to even tell her. Anyway, we packed and moved into this little caravan. Just him, me and buster our dog who he picked up on the day we moved in too. I was free, I was safe, and I was happy. This was the start of my life as it is now. The day my husband came into my life, I knew things would get better. When somebody special comes into your life, it's always when we least expect it, this is so true. People come into our lives for a reason, to teach us lessons, to stay and to save. Never take either for granted, even those that don't work out. They are there to break you down so you can build yourself up stronger! To help you figure out what not to do, ready to be able to do the right thing when an unexpected visitor walks into you're life when you are least expecting them to.

I know I've jumped a bit over the last few posts, and it probably seems all over the place, but I'm trying to remember back 10 years ago and not everything jumps out. There are things I have completely forgotten, and some things that will probably be in the wrong timing. So if it doesn't make sense sorry.

Also, if you do have any question's don't be shy about asking. Gives me another blog post to write up. I don't mean just on this subject. Anything you want to know, I want to blog about it. Thank you so much for letting me get my story out there, I know it took a while, but I am so glad I have.

On to happy things

All my love