The Day I Left Home The First Time Around

I remember it like it was yesterday. We decided we should move out to Costa Mesa where his older sister lived at the time. The plan was simple, move in with her since she had a spare bedroom and get a part time job, go to college and figure shit out.

Things did not go to plan per usual. So, buckle in because this one is good. I was 19 and my boyfriend Tyler was 17, he had just graduated high school and we’d been dating 3 ½ years so timing FELT perfect. Like I said, his sister had a spare bedroom and it was pretty nice out in Costa Mesa and beat the hell out of Los Banos.

So, it was a friday when we talked to our parents, funny to think back on it. We sat our parents together and Tyler gave the “going to take good care of your daughter speech” to my parents and we said all the other things parents want to hear.

That Monday we packed everything we could in his little 3 series BMW and hauled ass to Costa Mesa. I kid you not, on our drive up there his sister calls and says she had just agreed to rent the room to her friend, yeah, we were pretty shocked too. Her friend had like a week or two left at her old place so the minute we got there we started looking for a new place. We luckily found a studio in the same apartment complex and moved in there.

The fun begins. Ok so now that we have our actual place and no money, it’s time for a FULL TIME JOB. His mom helped us pay rent since we clearly weren’t prepared for this kind of responsibility of paying $1,300 a month. I got a job at Forever 21 fast but not full time, I was making a lousy $10.00 an hour and that was not cutting it.

Tyler worked at Vans for like a millisecond and quit. He claims I made him do it but reality is I told him working 4 hours a week is a waste of time and to look for another job, he didn’t though. It got fucking HARD! My shifts were 4PM-midnight because closing took forever. I’d get home super late and everyday was just a nightmare. Coming home to a boyfriend who had spent his day high and on the Xbox was not fun anymore. My feet hurt because my dumbass would wear wedges to look “cute” at work and not going to lie this one day it was so bad I took them off, I couldn’t handle it (store was closed).