|Me and my friends :)|
At school I was one of those girls you would refer to as a goody goody. As in, I would get the good marks, do my homework and I didn't have a boyfriend, or even really meet any boys by the age of 15! I was at grammar school in Bournemouth, having moved down from
aged 8, and I had a huge group of friends who I loved but I felt something was missing.... Kent
So, aged 15 and a bit (the bit is important you see) on a holiday to Cornwall with my family anfd bff Aimee, I met a boy who was a year older than me and had my first ever kiss! It was a slippery slope from there though, you see. Back at school, I started hanging out with another group of girls who knew a big group of older guys and had parties etc (I know, so cliched!), and I started going to the parties with them. I had alcohol for the first time at one of these parties, bacardi and coke-yum, not! I walked into an open oven door and fell on my back, what a loser!
|The House Party where I met Luke (he's the boy on the right)|
But it was at another party that I really changed, and met *the love of my life* (lol).
|Me and Luke in Cyprus 2006|
What followed was an on and off two and a half year relationship which involved cheating on both sides, a 6 month engagement (without a ring, boo!) aged 16, moving in and moving out, working together, public rows across an ice rink, and lots of drama in general. But I wouldn't go back and change any of it because it helped shape the person I am now, and I love her! :P Plus, it was Luke who gave me my nickname of fallenangel, because originally I was his angel and then I turned bad.
After splitting with Luke for the last time, just after I had turned 18, I had a last wild summer before heading off to Uni. Though, due to extreme laziness and an initial refusal to go to university at all, I ended up at Bournemouth Uni and still living at home.
|Me, Abi and Georgie on a night out :)|
And he did for a year, before I got itchy feet and knew things weren't really working out. But somehow, the relationship carried on for another 6 months after that and so when we did eventually split, it wasn't a very amicable thing.
Luckily, we were both off on placement for our third year of Uni and it was whilst working for a catering/events company at Wimbledon that I met my 3rd boyfriend, Jason. By this point, I was back to being a bit of a bad girl again and the first time I kissed him, I also kissed another of the group we were in, and unbeknown to me Jason had a girlfriend already.
Not a great start!
However, he split up with her a week later and despite never intending to get into a long distance relationship (I was back living at home again in Bournemouth and he lives in East London) we ended up going out for 6 months. Things were never easy for a few reasons: Jason worked as a fireman on shifts and would often have to cancel coming to see me at last minute, he was 9 years older than me, he apparently couldn't take me home to meet his family and still lived at home, and largely due to the previous reasons, I did not trust him as far as I could throw him.
I spent the whole time on edge and fed up of arguing more than I actually saw him so, in Decemeber 2009 I split up with him, and the rest is history (and also in my 1st blog!).