First There Was Me...Then I Added Three (Part 1 of 3)

This series and future stories are real life experiences I am sharing with you all. The saying “Third time’s a charm”, is usually used in situations when things have gone wrong the first two times. This helps us remain hopeful, but what if you only get three chances before everything seems ruined forever? A little dramatic? Yes, I know. After all, I AM an Actor. What is a little drama?

I am going to start by introducing myself. I am currently 26 years old, in a relationship and I am a mother of two beautiful children. I have a son and daughter and like every parent they are my world. I am also an actress and singer in the making. This first story/ trilogy will be broken down into 3 parts and each one describes how I got to where I am today and how my kids came to be and why three is such a significant number to me. So grab a snack, a drink, and a comfy spot to enjoy these stories.

It all started in 2009, roughly around October, when I had my FIRST real boyfriend. We will call Him “Hermoso”. I met him back when I was 13 roughly around 2005 and it was a random fluke how we met. My friend at the time came over and we went outside for a walk around my neighborhood and we saw these two guys playing basketball on the next street over from mine. My friend told me she had seen one of the guys before at family functions, but she never knew who he was. (Turns out he was related to her older sister on her dad’s side.) So as they were playing their game I was looking at Hermoso’s friend (who was very cute by the way). I am almost certain he noticed me and I am pretty sure he was about to say something to me when Hermoso decided to cut in front of him and started making fun of the fact that I was sweating. Ok first off it was like 35 degrees Celsius and armpits are the first to perspire and show sweat marks on a t-shirt. (Clearly, I should have worn sleeveless.) His friend decided it was funny to laugh and then continued playing ball. I was so embarrassed so I decided to give Hermoso a piece of my mind and called him ugly. He then continued to make fun of me and my friend was laughing (what a good friend right?). After that encounter I made it my mission to avoid ever seeing him again.

Fast forward to 2006/2007 when I had started high school and I never ran into him again from when we met. Which was surprising considering he lived about two minutes away from me. I was invited to a “Jam” which, back then, was known as a dance party (I’m sure they still use this slang) and sure enough I saw him and turned the other way and went outside with my friend. Not the same one from when we met. (We stopped talking when we started high school.) Not long after he came outside I guess he saw me running away. He asked me to save him a dance before I left and I smiled and said sure, no problem. As soon as he went back inside, I grabbed my friend and said let’s go.

I remember my friend laughing so hard and asking why I dodged him and I told her the story. Fast forward two more years and I don’t even remember how we reconnected on a better note, but he tried to ask me to be his girlfriend and I said no because I didn’t even know him.

We got to know each other and he asked me out a month later and we dated for a year before things ended horribly but I’m getting ahead of myself. We went on a bunch of dates and as time passed we fell harder for one another to the point I was always at his house or vice versa till 2 or 3 in the morning. He then got me a gold bracelet that symbolized our relationship (I guess it was his version of a promise ring). He told me If I ever took it off, then we would be over.

He brought me to his church and introduced me to all his friends and the church community and I really felt at home there. Funnily, I ended up meeting family I had never met before that he’s known since he was a kid. There was this one friend who I will never forget (he will be called Romeo) and he made me feel so beautiful and special just because he was so sweet and always complimenting me every time he saw me. He was two years younger than me.

In 2010, I graduated high school and Hermoso was my prom date. It was pretty bad since I bought his ticket and my own flower for myself since he couldn’t afford it. Which was okay as we were in high school—I didn’t expect him to be rich or have money to do much of anything. However, before you say why didn’t he ask his parents…that’s because they weren’t going to give him any money for that let alone they didn’t really like me much at first.

After prom (by this time we were almost together for a full year) he tried to pull the “having sex brings us closer together” card even though he knew I was saving myself until marriage, so I turned him down. He kept asking and asking and trying to get me to change my mind but I am not one to give into peer pressure so it didn’t work.

Fast-forward a few months to where we broke up. We barely made it past the year and he said I was clingy and super annoying. He got mad at me for calling his phone asking where he was at midnight. Now before you think hell yeah that sounds beyond crazy, he made plans to hang out that night and said he would be at my house after the party around 11pm. He calls me at 12:30am saying he will be there around 2am and to not go to sleep. At this point I am livid and my best friend was spending the night (I should add that none of my girlfriends trusted him and thought he was a cheater due to having so many female friends and having one of his guy friends constantly remind us he can’t be trusted).

He finally shows up and is sitting in my living room watching TV. My friend was upstairs in my room sleeping and I was sitting in my front room near the front door on the couch pretty upset. I thought he would have come over and tried to talk to me to see what’s wrong, but instead I hear my phone go off and it was a text from him. It said “I can’t F*n do this anymore! We are done!” At that point I am in tears as he walks past me, leaving to go home without even saying a word to me. His excuse was I was crying and he didn’t want to deal with me. (I think it was because I refused to sleep with him and some next chick.)

At this point I was so broken and hurt by this I didn’t know what to do, say or who to even talk to about this. I was very depressed thinking there was something wrong with me and I’m not as attractive as the other females because I was the heaviest out of all my friends. Fast forward almost a year and we became friends again, giving me false hope that we would get back together and that he still loved me (I was still wearing his bracelet so I assumed he could be right). He invited me over a few weeks before Christmas to hang out. By this time, I had undergone a breast reduction, lost some weight, and had dyed my hair. I was feeling so good about myself, whereas he hated everything about it and said he didn’t know who I was anymore.

I get to his house and as we are sitting down watching TV, he makes a phone call and I’m wondering who he could be calling as he was sitting RIGHT in front of me. He was calling the mother of the chick he wanted me to sleep with, telling her mom how he wants to surprise her by asking her out on Christmas day and planning a whole surprise around it. Messed up right? He invited me over to have me sit there and listen to how he was going to ask this chick out. OH, I should mention that she was pretty much my “Twin” pre-surgery. She had big boobs, was on the heavier side, loved the color purple and was born one day later than me. The only difference was our skin color.

I got up so fast and headed toward the front door. As I walked past him I noticed he had this smug smile on his face. He didn’t even follow me, yet he had the nerve to call me and asked why I left. Later that night I took off the bracelet, wrapped it around a stuffed teddy bear he also gave me, put it on his doorstep and left. He was angry and stopped talking to me and gave me back the bracelet, as he didn’t want it. I said melt it or sell it and he said he couldn’t. Later that week my friend and I went to the mall and I sold it for $100.

Still being heartbroken I remember being on my Facebook and seeing a random message from Romeo saying he saw I changed my status to single and asking if I was okay. We chatted for a while and I found out he was sent to some Christian boarding school in a different country and had no idea when he was coming back. He asked if I had been to the church lately and I said yeah of course. I'm not going to stop just because Hermoso and I broke up. Which worked out anyways because Hermoso stopped going for who knows why. I also found out from friends at the church that Hermoso was talking behind Romeo’s back.

After that conversation Romeo and I stopped talking for a couple years. We reconnected in 2013 and told me he was coming back home soon and he wanted to see me...

Stay tuned for part 2 of 3…where Romeo's story begins. If you like my story please share it around.