by Angel1

Created on: February 02, 2009   Last Updated: February 19, 2009

First real boyfriend

My cats were beautiful, they were contented, but that cat flap was the most annoying that I had ever bought. Even if it was well fitted and it had cost an arm and a leg, due to it being fitted in a double-glazed panel, I had even paid for it with my own hard-earned cash. This I was sure. I would have to look into seeing if something could be done to it, but maybe it was not possible at that price.

I had been in a hurry to get it, with somebody standing over me, and did not realise that things would become difficult.

I decided that things were not as bad as I had thought. I had earned very little, but budgeted well. Yes, I may have spent 100 more than last month, but I was getting up and running. Aiming to pay off things and looking to reduce things, only if necessary, when the contracts ran out. After all, if you tried to stop them then they would charge you extra and you would end up in a load of debt.

I would only go for the jobs, which I would last in and which I could give examples on, to help me, and then get ahead. I knew that getting a loan at the wrong time was too risky. But cutting things which I might not need and increasing it at a later date, was a positive start, rather than go running about chasing people all the time, since my parents were so muddled and desperate about what they wanted, rather than what I wanted.

And yes, the snow had started again. We might not have had a White Christmas, but we were certainly in for a White Year.

They probably reminded me of that big fat cat we had had at home, when I was little.

My first boyfriend, who I bothered to sleep with was always unfaithful to me and was upset when I got upset. He got scared, when I thought that I was pregnant and was, therefore, unreliable. When I fainted on the platform not long after that, due to the stress of it all and not having known him that long, I left him, since he went running back to his mother in Ireland.

It broke my heart and I eventually gave up after trying so hard, but we never seemed to be able to meet in the middle. Though, he said that he would come back and live with me, but in my heart of hearts, I did not want this at all. I was an old fashioned girl and did not believe in living with somebody before marriage and was, therefore, beginning to learn from my mistakes. Unfortunately, I went running to my father when I was first upset about it and my girlfriends warned me against doing this. Now, I will never tell my parents about my boyfriend problems again.

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