So I married my high school sweetheart.
We met at 14 and dated all through high school.
He joined the navy.
We got married at 18 when he was at home on a break from boot camp/ school before he was stationed at Coronado Island in San Diego.
He deployed while we were married for about 6 months then I joined him in San Diego at 19.
We started to deteriorate from there.
I eventually left him at 20 due to fighting, unhappiness and his aggressiveness. We had cops called on us at one point & covering bruises was a normal thing. I left and never really saw him again.
We separated at 20, official divorce at 21.
At 24 I saw him at a bar and after several drinks, I ended up going home with him, which was coincidentally his last day in SD.
He moved to Nebraska to be with another girl who already had a kid. They got knocked up like 2 months later with her never knowing I stayed with him the night he left.
After we divorced I stayed in SD, dated one of my best friends and traveled the world.
I also joke my marriage was the best mistake I ever made.
I’m now back in my home state almost 25, single, bar manager at a taproom and no regrets with how my life turned out.