(This story is based on how my parents really met. They are divorced now but I’m not including that in the story line.)

(Characters and who they were irl: Millie: my older sister, and no that’s not her real name Hannah: My aunt, but Hannah wasn’t her real name BangChan: based on my dad You: based on my mom. And yes, the backstory is real.)

You are a regular teenage girl. You’re nineteen. You've always been the good Catholic girl in your school (for the most part). You were a virgin up until two years ago when your bf at the time graped you and you became pregnant.

Two years later (when you’re nineteen), you have your two year old baby named Millie. You’re attending your friend’s wedding, named Hannah. While you’re watching the ceremony, Millie runs down the aisle. You get up and try to get her but before you reach her, a man picks her up and brings her to you. You don’t really know him, but what you do know is he is Hannah’s older brother. You thank him and then sit back down in your seat to watch the rest of the ceremony, not letting Millie out of your sight.

a couple of hours later, at the reception, your mom (Debbie) is holding Millie for you when you’re just drinking and taking a break in the corner. When suddenly, a drunk man appears. He’s hitting on you and feeling you up when the same man from earlier appears. He punches the drunk man square in the jaw. The drunk man takes the hint and runs off, after arguing for a minute. The man who saved you is BangChan.