Karson Farrell: A Short Story

So I, Karson Farrell, am a 26 year old woman who has been through many different relationships. Let me just make a list of past to present for you. First Grade. Jimmy Peters. He was the sweetest kid in my class. Jimmy wrote me little cute notes that would say have a great bay; he always wrote his d’s backwards. He would bring me a gift, like shiny rocks, brushes, and stuffed animals, every day for a month. My mom later made me give back all the gifts because Jimmy’s mom caught him stealing the gifts from his sister’s room. Jimmy’s mom told my mom what Jimmy was doing, so I was unwillingly forced to give back all my cherished gifts. Third Grade. Daniel Tyler. He cheated on me with some nasty frizzy haired girl when I went to Florida for
Connor Swiner. He only wanted to date me so he could cheat off my test and my homework. He would always give me the biggest hug and then say, “Hey, if you like me a lot, you should give me the homework from last night.” And of course I wanted my boyfriend to know that I liked him a lot so I always gave him the homework. He broke up with me after we didn’t have anymore classes together. Sophomore year. Dakota Johnson. We never officially dated, but he quit talking to me for a girl who had a dirt track so he could go ride his dirt bike whenever he wanted. I wasn’t too upset about this because I knew it was coming since he had quit texting me. 19 years old. Doug Stevens. My best friend set us up on a blind date and after there was nothing to talk about, Doug asked to talk about our wedding. After I said how I wanted my wedding to go, he then started to say things like “Well instead of the barn wedding, can we have it at my grandparents’ lake house?” I was definitely weirded out. 23 years old. Ashton Pettigrew. We dated for 6 months, and he found out that I wanted children later in life, so he left. He didn't even want to talk about it or anything; he just said that since I wanted kids that he couldn't be with