‘Soon I took him back, but he fell into old habits’ ‘Nerve damage means I’ve got double vision’ Come out tonight, there’s a party,’ my brother Curtis, 18, said.
It was July 2012. Then 22, I was a single mum to two kids, both under 5 - but Mum agreed to babysit.
‘Have fun,’ she smiled.
On arrival, Carl Pearson, 17, greeted me with a drink.
‘Still gorgeous,’ he smirked.
Curtis had many schoolmates, so I’d no recollection of Carl.
He was baby-faced, but he seemed mature as we chatted.
Next day, I received a Facebook friend request from Carl, and I accepted.
Quickly, a notification that he’d ‘poked’ me flashed up.
Cheeky!
‘He fancies you,’ Curtis teased.
Chatting online, I warmed to Carl.
‘I can’t date with the little…
