I totally meant to finish/post this yesterday, but for one reason or another, I completely forgot! So please forgive me!!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Today’s #scintilla prompt comes from their Twitter account.
The first time I left home was in 2006.
I was young and stupid. I was going through a divorce and I was in a whirlwind relationship with The Dark One (there’s no real reason to talk about him in any other manner other than this). We had been together for about a month when we decided to be young and stupid and move in together. My divorce wasn’t even final yet.
I remember the first time I went shopping for groceries for our new apartment, which was near 19th st and Camelback Rd in Phoenix. I was 19 and had never shopped for myself before, let alone a boyfriend. Of course, I’d been shopping with my mom before. But I had no real idea of what to buy. $200 or more later, and I left the store with a bunch of crap.
I don’t think I was ever in the right frame of mind during the entirety of that relationship. Because of my illness, I was making horrible decisions, which included getting remarried shortly after my divorce was final. I can’t blame it entirely on being sick, because I was pretty young and stupid back in those days.
Leaving home that year, even if it was only for about 10 months (we moved back in with my parents while I was in and out of the hospital) was certainly a learning experience. I never knew anything else the first 20 years of my life, which were spent living with my parents. I was afraid, but I did it anyway.
Even though it was not the best time of my life, it shaped who I am today. And I am thankful for that, even if it brought me a lot of pain.