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My first relationship was an LDR with an old middle school friend. That's where we met. We had become the best of friends in 7th grade back in '07. He moved away and his dad died causing his family to move back.
Their mom remarried and they were living in their truck with their dog. My parents offered to let them stay with us so he shared a room with my brother and his sister stayed in my room.
Eventually CPS got involved, for reasons I will not mention, and told my parents not to let their parents take them overnight. Of course they didn't like this but agreed to Saturday visitations. My mom was about to begin to file for permanent guardianship so they could grow up in a stable and safe environment. Then March came around. I'll never forget that day...
Their parents had arrived for Saturday visitation and we were standing at the front door talking. I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was going to happen. And my first thought was that I should talk to my friend and ask him to come up with some sort of excuse to not leave. But I didn't. I just dismissed the feeling as nothing and watched them walk out the door.
A few hours later my mom, my brother and I were at a yard sale and I had just picked out a birthday present for my friends sister. My mom's phone rang and it was him. They were at their storage unit packing up their truck to leave the state. He and his sister didn't want to leave and wanted us to go get them. We didn't make it in time.
Then while we were there, he called again. This time they were at a gas station. His sister was crying in the background I think. They begged for us to pick them up and we yet again didn't get there in time. I never saw them again...
I went into a really dark depression that summer. I barely ate, didn't speak as much, had nightmares. I felt... lost. I joined an ROTC program at my high school and became Officer in Charge of Public Affairs. My depression subsided but didn't completely go away until halfway through my freshman year.
I was working on the scrapbook for ROTC when my dad walked in with the phone. It was him. He remembered my phone number. I cried when I heard his voice. That was when I realized that I had fallen in love with him.
Long story short, we had decided to have an LDR and that lasted a couple of years. I had just saved up enough to give him a surprise visit when he broke the relationship off. I was depressed and refused to date for a whole year. That was 2 years ago...