I was fifteen when we started dating. He was twenty-two then. Now, I know that it was wrong for us to be together. I mean I was a minor while he was an adult. Can you blame me though? What did I know at that age? All I knew was that a cool looking guy was talking to me.
He said I was pretty, and that I was mature for my age. So I took it as a compliment when he said he loved me.
When we started dating, he gave me the impression that he had no one else in his heart but me. “I will never let you go. You are all I have,” he would say. All that time he was saying those things I thought he was being romantic.
My silly teenage heart was swooning over these declarations of love. He was good to me, that was what stirred up some feelings in my heart for him. Three years into the relationship, I found out he had a wife. By then I was still in school. I was in grade 11.
You are married? Since when?” He wouldn’t answer. Whether he married her while we were still together or he was married before he met me, he didn’t say it. “Where is your wife?” I asked him. “If she were here, you would have seen her by now. So the fact that…..Read Full Story Here…………..
