I was strong willed in my decisions and knew what I wanted. I gave up school, moved to another town to live with my then boyfriend who is now my husband.
I know I was young and could’ve done things a little differently but I can’t change the past.
Being young and in love, living in a caravan and becoming a couple meant a big deal to me. I didn’t grow up in an ideal environment. My parents split up when I was nine. My dad got custody of me and my sister. And we moved around a lot because of his job. So I made a vow to myself to never put my children through that.
I was loving life. My boyfriend was hot and older, he had a license and a job. Life was simple. Though I still felt like I was doing wrong by my dad. Because he did a great job in raising my sister and I. And I remember feeling like a disappointment.
Disappointment in leaving home at such a young age.
Disappointment in leaving my younger sister and missing her.
And disappointment in not finishing school.
I was very headstrong in my decision that I felt like I was doing the right thing by me. And I was, I found the love of my life and even though we had been dating before I left home, I knew within my heart and soul that it would all work out.
Now I sit here in my lounge room eighteen years later, with hubby’s head on my lap. And know that I left home for the right reason.
The day I left home is something to remember because my dad who was a single father at the time, held me tight against his arms never wanting to let go of his little girl, who had grown up before his very eyes.
This day I will remember for the rest of my life. My dad letting go of his daughter.