From Passion to Parenthood: A Love Story of Co-Parenting
As I gazed across the street, my heart raced at the sight of him. His chiseled jawline, broad shoulders, and confident stride made my knees weak. I couldn't help but think to myself, damn, look at this fine ass man right here. But I knew I had to keep it together. I couldn't let him see me act a fool.
Why did I tell his cousin that I thought he was fine? She had the audacity to give him my number. He actually called me and now here I was in the hood standing on the corner looking at him in the flesh.
Summoning all my courage, I approached him and greeted him with a coy smile. "Hey handsome," I said softly.
To my surprise, he flashed a bright smile and replied, "What's up?" But little did he know, my mind was racing with thoughts about how we got here.
I remembered the day when I first laid eyes on him. He was older, tougher, and more confident than any man I had ever met. But I was determined to have him, even though I knew he liked all the girls and they definitely liked him.
At first, I only wanted to bump hips just one time (lol), but as I got to know him, I fell head over heels in love with him. I became the Keisha to his Tommy. The Cookie to his Lucious. He was charming, funny, and different from the person everyone else knew. We became best friends, but neither of us were ready to be together.
Years passed, and despite the breakups and makeups, we became parents. But eventually, we had to let go. My perfectionism and the bond we shared had consumed me, and I needed to rebuild myself.
It was a rough eight years, and I was tested spiritually, physically, mentally, and financially. I felt like I was fighting an uphill battle, but I knew that I had to perform a cut and clear and build myself back up.
But then, something amazing happened. We found each other again, and this time, our love was genuine. We were the bestest of friends, and our bond was unexplainable and unbreakable. We were on a frequency of building, healing, growth, loyalty, and love.
As I looked at him now, standing on the corner looking like a God, I realized that some things must fall apart to be put back together. My torturer had become my remedy, and I was blessed beyond measure.
Together, we had overcome so much, and now, our love was stronger than ever before. We're family. A bond that is unexplainable and unbreakable. I love the frequency that we are on together. A frequency of building, healing, growth, loyalty and love.Like they say.... some things must fall apart to be put back together. I didn't believe in that before. I most definitely do now.
My torturer became my remedy.
This “Real Story” was submitted anonymously.