Keep in mind this is my first story. I would love to here your comment, but if you just feel the need to bitch DON’T! Advice is welcome. Thanks!


My name is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a small southern town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It isn’t uncommon to become pregnant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it was important for me to keep my little family together. I wanted better for my kids; the only problem is he made our lives a living hell.


Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school, worked, took care of the house, and kids. He refused to work and belittled everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my choices and should deal with them. I stayed for over 10 years before I decided I had had enough and wanted out.


That day, almost down to the minute that I decided that I was done I heard from an old friend…
I had not seen or heard from Dom in at least 14 or 15 years. We dated briefly in junior high, basically a week of hand holding and phone calls. So I was surprised to say the least when in the middle of a huge argument with Jeff, I receive an instant message from Dom.


So it started…
That night in the midst of a hellish argument and writing an essay for my literature class comes my blast from the past. We talked for hours catching up on one another’s lives; it was like a breath of fresh air. At 2 that morning we finally said our good byes, and I told him not to be a stranger. I assumed I wouldn’t hear from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I didn’t even know what it was at first. So of course I was more than willing to talk to him again. Much like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to know one another.


It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several times a week about nothing in particular, family, work, kids etc… After a few weeks of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his girlfriend was at work. It became the highlight of my day. I waited eagerly by my phone every morning for my new favorite sound…ding.


Jeff had managed to isolate me from my friends and family, so it was great to have someone to talk to.