So here I am writing about things over my head and things that I do not fully understand. Well maybe just this one thing.
Once upon time there was a girl, she was old enough to be an adult but she did not have any of the maturity of one. So she was a girl.
The first time they met she had a boyfriend, she didn’t have any kids. He had a wife and 2 kids. She was taken with this man. He was a man, she was a girl. She met him where she worked, everyday she would see him, they barely spoke, she was shy and knew he was off-limits.
She stops working, moves away, thinking she’s grown, to only learn that she’s lived a very sheltered and entitled life. Moves to a place so unkind and tragic that she cries to come back home.
So time passes, during this time she has pressed every limit and boundary. With the help of a couple rough relationships, one being very abusive, finally maturing she woke up from the fog she was living under with a baby. Also during this time, this man had been going through a pretty tiring and trying separation.
Back to her… She had a baby, no job and lived with her parents. Winner? She followed the help wanted signs, even bagged an interview in the local porn shop, she was gonna take the job for as bad as she needed the money. She receives a phone call, the place she used to work had new owners and heard she was a great employee, and wanted to know is she was in need of a job. Who her? Why YES!
Now she had a job, baby daddy in jail, and lived with her parents. Getting better? She meets this man again, infatuated with this man, still off-limits in her mind, he was married, she kept her distance.
Slowly they started chatting, both learning about the other, the hard times they were going through. Separation, and newly single parenting. Found out both their exes lived on the same road two houses apart (when her’s wasn’t in jail).
They were becoming friends. Nothing more.
She drove a busted ford escort, got it after she wrecked her nice car in a ditch, but it got her to point A and mostly to B. She was working, he was there. Someone walked in and said “your brake light is stuck on”. Not completely understanding why but her first impulse was to look at this man, as he did work on cars, she had found out through their talks. “hey car guy, could you help me?” were her words. He casually nodded.
They walked out together, first time alone, it was dark so the light grew brighter as they walked toward her car. He fixed the light, with his head by the pedals, she thought, why is the man being so nice? They never are this nice, at least to me. She felt grateful and strangely special in this moment. Then she asked “what do I owe you?” He replied “how about a game of pool?”