When I was 16 I had this boyfriend who moved to CT from California.
His parents sent him here to live with his aunt and uncle bc he was getting into a lot of trouble in Cali. He was Chicano and in a street gang so he had a lot of ties in the street.
He felt like he had to gain notoriety here. I hated the street thinking but I understood bc that’s how he grew up.
I rlly loved him though, he was very romantic and soft hearted when it came to me. He used to do the nicest stuff. Like for our 6 months anniversary, since my parents were strict when it came to dating and the age difference, he set up a picnic for us outside on my porch and we just sat and ate and he cooked everything, he was so good at cooking 🤤
Since he refused to leave the streets alone he started selling happy pills (you know what I mean) and he was starting to make money.
My parents obviously didn’t know.
The older we got, the more he felt like he had to make money and he “couldn’t” get a good job cause he already went to jail before and stuff. He felt like he shouldn’t work for $12 a hour when he was making $300 a day and stuff like that (you know street thinking🙄)
We kept dating, I didn’t like the whole street life, I still rlly loved him though!
I thought about marrying him. We used to talk about it all the time. I know some people are gonna say that it’s grooming bc he was 19 and I was 16 but idc.
When I turned 17, he was 20 and went to prison. Not jail, PRISON. He gets out in 2025. I’m not gonna say what he did but he’s in prison now. I still talk to him, we write each other and talk on the phone. We broke up once he went.
I realized he wasn’t going to leave that life alone, I still love him. We talk about getting back together but I won’t do that until I know he’s gonna change.
That’s why I now only exclusively date foreign men or men in different states that I know I’m never rlly going to meet unless that effort is made bc I rlly loved this one 😂 🥲
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