Summer Memoir Writing Contest
Our First Days
Loving a troubled man is hard but love always wins
The first year Ricardo and I were together, it was exciting but hurtful, too. Women never left him alone. I would never forget the way it made me feel — jealousy and rejection. You should say he was the most eligible bachelor around those parts.
I should have walked away and stayed strong, but like many other women I was infatuated with him. He was tall, fit and had a wonderful loving personality.
We spent every weekend together when he lived with other friends at Corncrib Community. This house belonged to another friend, Wanda, and Ricardo and his sisters who were orphans stayed there for a while. But it was party central. Everyone came there to party and have fun. I always felt I was on the outside looking in. I never felt in place back then since I was a single mom and was not used to being that wild. Back before him, me and my friends would go to bars and have fun, but it wasn’t as wild as Ricardo and his friends.
When the weekend would start, we would all meet at a bar named the Carousel. This was the place to go dance and have a great time. The top floor had tables to sit at, but you could look down at the dancefloor and see the disco ball turning with the flashing lights. This…
