You might remember me, if you don't no one really cares. I'm Shelly. I was in love. I'm not anymore. Instead I'm pretty much alone in a new town, with my cat Montauk, some crappy part time jobs, and a new dinky ass apartment in dire need of some redecorating.
Here's my story.
I was in love, I've already said that. What I failed to mention was that love was not enough and things ended very badly. Arrests, and hospital visits, and moving in a week. I am not an innocent. That needs to be made very clear, I by no means am free of fault in what happened and how it ended, but it did end.
It crushed me. The ending of my love hurt, not just in the bruises I'd carry for a few weeks after I left, but in how I feel now and my outlook on my life. I've got a lot of opinions. I worry that there might be something wrong with me. I'm scared that I will never get my life back on track, that this is all somehow my fault. Plus I miss the boy who hurt me so badly, I miss him every single day. The way we were living however is not a life I want to go back to living.
I'm here to tell you that you can do it. You can leave. You can start over and you can do whatever you want with yourself. Don't believe me? Then click that follow button and stick around. See for yourself as I rebuild and move on. If I can do it, anyone can.