In the midst of writing a sensitive scene I suddenly had a
flashback that took me strolling down memory lane. As I was retelling the experience to my favorite
guy, I was suddenly overcome with emotion.
So much so that by the time I got to the end of remembrance road I was pissed
off and angry all over again.
It was my junior year of high school. The high school honey and I had gone to his senior
prom. We were a pretty couple in pretty
clothes and had a spectacular time. The
next day Boyfriend had the audacity to take another girl on a trip to Great
Adventure amusement park. I heard from
sources that the two had been seen getting quite cozy on one of the rides; her
hands hunting down his pants and his all up her shirt quite a few times. When questioned, Boyfriend played stupid,
insisting that my sources didn’t know what they were talking about. Two weeks later Boyfriend and that other girl
were spotted at the 4th of July parade in matching his and her tee
shirts sporting that Great Adventure logo.
Since my own eyes were witness to this spectacle there was no way for
him to deny what I saw. Boyfriend denied
it anyway, sticking to the story that it wasn’t him.
Needless to say the relationship didn’t go far after
that. He cheated. I cheated for revenge. Eventually we were with other people more
than we were with each other. Then he
went his way and I went mine, life taking us in different directions. My mother was more devastated by it than
either he or I were. Thank goodness it
was only high school!
But thinking back over it made me hot! And it made me mad because that was my first
experience with a boy who thought it okay to play with my emotions. Who the hell did he think he was? After
getting mad, I called a mutual friend so that we could reminisce together and
by the end of the conversation I had laughed until my sides ached. High school drama had never been so sweet!
As life would have it Boyfriend and I are still friends,
occasionally catching up with each other to say hello and inquire about each
other’s families. The next time I talk
to him I’ll remind him about that high school drama and the heartbreak he put
me through. And then I’ll thank him because
all that emotion is playing out nicely in my story.
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