Hey, Little Girl*Posted: June 17, 2012
Last night I got an email notification from Facebook that I had been tagged in a photo. (I have it set up so I can un-tag myself from anything horrible. Ha! Or at least so I have a chance to defend myself.)
So funny how things work sometimes. I had been disturbed for over a week after seeing the comments on the photo’s from one old boyfriend, then get a reminder from a much better time. A reminder that not all the boyfriends of my youth were horrible, that some of them have actually turned into normal grown men.
Now, D and I should have probably never dated. We were great friends, we were initially a pretty good couple, but things were too complicated and we were too young. We remain very good friends. His family all lives in Texas now, he relocated shortly after his parents and sister moved, he has been married for 14 years and has an eleven year old son.
When we were kids he didn’t have a great relationship with his Dad or his step-dad. My Dad kind of took him under his wing. His love of old cars, old motorcycles, and for restoring cars comes from this relationship he built with my Dad. It was a good thing for him. He still asks about my Dad in particular often.
D shared his love of punk rock with me. I taught him to be responsible. I held him accountable to his word, which is something no one had really done for him. He taught me to lighten up. I created a system so he could match his socks. (He was color blind and would often be out running around with one navy sock and one black sock on.)
He was so sweet with Mack, she was his first ever “baby” experience, he would feed her, change her, and play with her. We dated from the time that she was about four months old until she was a little over a year old. He wasn’t a “dad” to her, not even close, but he helped heal my heart a bit. D made me realize that I wasn’t going to be alone my whole life. This was seriously something that I worried about.
He was always there when I needed him. If I moved, if I had car trouble, if someone had broken my heart. He was around. I was there for him the same way.
Kind of funny, that I had been dwelling on that John situation, and even though what he did happened twelve years ago, it still had me pretty shaken up. Then just like from those days, D popped in to make me smile, remind me that not all the people from my youth are messed up.