The Loves Of My Life

Chapter 4

A year had passed by and everything that went on between Matthew and I had seemed to be going extremely great. So great that he and I had started talking about informing our parents about the relationship between him and I.... Until we decided to actually go through with it. After that everything just turned upside down for the two of us.

Matthew dropped out of school and had helped out at his house every week day whilst I was occupied at school. After a long school's day I found my dad sitting on the couch, turns out that he had come home from his workplace really early. It seemed to have been the perfect time since he was not moody nor was he tired or eating anything. I shouted for my mom to sit by my dad whilst I told them the news...

"Mum and dad, there is this boy that I would like the two of you to meet when ever it seems fit for the both of you. He is a really close friend of mines and I would appreciate it if you both would like to get to know him", I asked my parents in a quivering voice.

Both of them had looked at each other and smiled which was also followed by laughter.

"We would love to meet him. In fact he can come meet us tomorrow. Your father is off and I can cook up something special. How does that sound?" answered my mum whilst holding my dad's hand.

Me still being shocked with what was said. I can honestly say that I definitely did not expect that... at all.

"Ahmm I think so, I'm not sure ", I answered back in confusion whilst they laughed afterwards. I think I felt stupid for feeling so scared after I had seen their reaction.

They wanted to meet him the very next day... fear turned into panick. Obviously I was panicking... I was going to introduce my first boyfriend to them... and even tho I told them close friend... both my parents are not stupid enough to believe exactly what I had said.. they know I'm bringing home a boy that I'm serious about. Seeing their reaction had confused me so much that my fear and panick had gotten confused with each other.

I'm not sure why I even felt like that because when he had arrived the next day, my parents and him had got along with each other so well compared to what I had thought. For some weird reason I expected shouting or awkwardness and silence ... but nope. We sat at the dining room table as if we were one big happy family enjoying a conversation over a delicious home cooked meal and even when the eating part was over, the conversations and laughter had carried on until the end. I just sat quietly observing and what I had observed was that there was only laughter and smiles in the air throughout the whole night. At least that's what my brain and eyes had seemed to have thought. After Matthew had left due to time, the atmosphere changed from happy and smiles to devastation and raised eyebrows.

"My sweet innocent child, why this boy? This is not the boy you should be with. This should not be the boy you end up with. He has a bad family background... he himself has a bad background with all the substances he takes.... his father abuses his mother. This boy has a tendency of going missing and for all we know he can still have all of these habits. YOUR FATHER AND I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS RELATIONSHIP OF YOURS! There are so many other decent boys out there, and you find a rotten egg for yourself", my mother yelled at me.

"Well I don't care if you'll don't accept my relationship with him. I am with him not you'll. I know how he is and how he acts and what you described did not sound anything like Matthew. I LOVE HIM and there's nothing you or dad can do", I screamed at my parents and ran to my room.

My room is where I had remained for a couple of days. The only times that I had felt the need to go out of my room was for a meal, a drink or to go to the bathroom. I have not mentioned a single word to my parents after what they had said that night. My days went by with me attending school, coming home doing homework, eating , watching TV or chatting away to Matthew over phone. When he was to busy to respond to me I would chat away to all my other friends over phone. Some males... others, females.

It was such fun. We shared crazy stories amongst ourselves, whoever I would be chatting to. Sending silly pictures and selfies that were hilarious, we even shared some long time memories with each other... some really good old memories... memories that were so old that they took us back to primary school days. I'm not sure if my parents felt bad or what, but after a week they popped into my room and had apologized.

" Listen your mother and I are truly sorry for coming at you like that, we should have seen him the way you did. We still don't think he is a good boy but you should date whoever you would like to. We should not be baby sitting you the whole time saving you from your mistakes. If this is how you feel for that boy then your mother and I want you to know that we are fine with it", said my father.

"I appreciate that dad... thanks. And I'm glad you letting me make my own mistakes. I truly do love Matthew."

"That's good for you hun but don't let him take you for a ride and always remember that I am your dad. Your own father never laid a hand on you... I don't expect you to let another man do so."

What my dad had said inspired me. This should apply to every single girl. There is no man out there that has the right to lift their hand on you... even if it is your own dad doing so... Be your own woman...

If I am to date anyone ... my main thing would be... not allowing a guy to lift his hands for me and or on me. The moment that happens I will leave his sorry butt.