Would you continue to read?...

Beginning to a story I'm writing. Question being if this were a real story would you continue to read. Would love your honest feedback. I have written more to it, but I just want to know opinions from this snapshot:

I’ve always loved my home. I loved the pink and brown curtains that hang in my bedroom. I loved the chocolate walls that surrounded me when I lay down to rest at night. I loved my big comfortable bed, and I loved the matching mahogany lamps that sat on both sides. More than all of those things I loved the plush brown carpet with subtle specks of pinks that could barely be seen. You may ask why I loved most of all, the carpet that warmed my feet on cold winter nights, but the truth is that carpet was the one thing I knew belonged to me in that house.

You see, my boyfriend, Trenton was a wealthy man. When we made the decision to move in together—well when he decided he wanted me to move in with him, he gave me free reign over the decoration of the bedroom. He said I could decorate it, but he “controlled it” if you know what I mean. So in choosing the colors I picked the colors of our senior prom. It was the first night that Trenton told me he loved me. It was the night of many firsts as a matter of fact which leads to the most special part of that night. It was the night that my son Trevor was conceived. Yep on the first time! So for all the ladies living in that myth, that one time or the first time is worry free, leave that mess at the door.

Anyway this carpet held a special place in my heart because Trent let me tell him what I wanted and when I couldn’t find it, he had the design made to my specifications. It set him back quite a lot, but I could honestly say, I was the only woman in the world who had this carpet. That type of thing made me love this man because it was just one of those things he would do even when he didn’t have to. Trent was sweet that way, when he wanted to be. It was the nice things he would do and say that kept me hanging on his every word, even when he went into his spells of not saying much to me at all. I truly loved that man, and there was nothing I wouldn’t for him to make sure he was happy. Nothing!

As I look down at the ring on my finger on my “committed” finger, I can honestly say I never thought with the way Trent threw cash around I would have such a modest ring. Now don’t get me wrong I love my ring, and it is the only possession besides my carpet that I see the most beautiful memories in. The ring however will be the one of those two that I will take with me in my new life. I will no longer seek the comfort of this carpet to warm my feet as I hurry into the bedroom. I will no longer seek its plush feeling when Trevor and I play on the floor. I will no longer roll around on it the way Trent and I had done the day it arrived. Had it not been of such softness I would probably still have carpet burns covering my back and knees. So much sentimental value I had placed on the same space I walked on. Where I dropped champagne, where tears fell during late nights when Trent wouldn’t make it home. So much of my emotions lay there on the floor, and everyday Trent had stepped all over them. No, I would not be taking this beautiful ugly reminder with me to my new life. The ring, to the contrary, was still beautiful to me. When I looked at it, I saw all that was beautiful in my relationship. I saw truth, commitment, love, and most of all I saw trust. Inside my ring their read a message, “Trust—not just a word, a continuous circle I never want to escape.” The carpet would have to stay here in this house of pain but the ring, yes it would go well with the new décor of my new life.

Hope you enjoy, but if you didn't I would still like to know.