Experiences of the Broken
Saturday, July 20, 2019
The Story: Chapter Four. Manipulation.
Friday, July 19, 2019
The Story: Chapter Three. Food.
Saturday, July 13, 2019
The Story: Chapter One. Falling.
This isn't a typical love story.
At all.
It's not some Romeo and Juliet thing where the fighting stops at the end.
To this day, my mind still floods with negativity and anxiety from everything.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
Band camp. Freshman year. Another start to an amazing school year with my best friends. We were all sitting in the front row before camp started, just catching up from the memories of a summer that flew past.
Then he walked in.
Holy.
Mother.
Theresa.
My THEN friend Kelly noticed him first. "Oh my goodness. WHO IS THAT? He's really cute."
I turned around, changing my fate for the next two years.
He was tall, had sandy brown hair, and looked terrified of nothing.
His emerald eyes met my gaze and I turned back around blushing. We all asked each other if we knew him. Nobody did.
Who was this mystery guy?
For months, I thought about this guy. I dated Kelly and realized that I'm open to loving anyone. That ended quickly. Then I dated one of my close guy friends and learned he didn't care about me, only my body and what I could offer him. But even when I was dating someone else, my mind was on green eyes. He and I became really close friends. He was there for me when I FINALLY broke it off with that guy who spread nasty, sexual rumors about me. He hugged me for the first time that day. I was upset and angry and crying because I knew that in dating this person, I had lost a really great friend and learned that he isn't who I thought he was. He wiped my tears off my face and tried to uplift me but all I could think about was his strong arms wrapped around me.
I had found comfort for the first time in a long time.
Jump to about a month later, and we had been talking nonstop. He still hugged me sometimes and I couldn't shake the feeling of needing him. The day of our hometown Christmas parade, IT WAS FREEZING. Our director made us get there an hour early so we could warm up our instruments and be ready to start the parade. But we finished playing early and we all sat down. Green eyes came up to me and sat beside me, holding his ice cold saxophone. My heart jolted. I was in love with a guy who probably didn't feel the same.
He noticed my shivering hands and held them. He saw that I was still cold and wrapped his arms around me for a good 30 minutes. Our friends kept asking if we were together. We'd both turn a shade of scarlet and deny it.
Little did we know that we would wind up together by the end of the night.
One text conversation while I was cleaning my room and listening to "I Don't Love You" by My Chemical Romance (because I will forever be stuck in my emo phase) changed our answers.
"So...What are we?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't deny that you felt something too."
"Yeah, you're right...Do you want to be more than this?"
"I think I'd like that...What about you..?"
"I think so too."
And POOF.
We were together.
All I know is that I couldn't wait until Monday to see him again.
The Story: Chapter Two. Beginings.
We had our first fight at a rehearsal for our Spring concert. This was the first of what was yet to come. He wasn't yelling. He never raised his voice, but what he said to me rings in my ears to this very day.
"You're such a lesbian. You're so f***ing ugly and I f***ing hate you."
What started this fight? Oh yeah, I was hanging out with my friends, including a new one who'd moved to our school that second semester. Bree and I had gotten extremely close within the past three months and he had gotten jealous. A big chunk of the off time we had while other groups were rehearsing was spent with her. We were cuddling and holding hands. I'm a very clingy person, especially toward my friends.
Anyway, he kept calling me fat, stupid, ugly, and lesbian until I finally apologized for not giving him my full attention. I genuinely thought it was my fault. He was in 8th grade (the last year of my school's middle school) and I was a freshman in high school, so we had different band periods and we never got to see each other except at practices and rehearsals. So I felt guilty for not holding HIS hand and cuddling with HIM. Because, after all, it was my fault. And it did seem like a lesbian thing to do...I guess? I mean, I am attracted to males and females. Maybe that's why he was jealous.
EXCUSE AFTER EXCUSE. I tried to make sense of it all. He'd done nothing wrong. He didn't hit me or yell at me, but I never cheated. Anyway, after apologizing for the fourth or fifth time, he finally accepted it, but told me to stay with him the rest of the day. So, I did. I ignored Bree and the rest of my band family.
Looking back, I should've seen warning signs. The way he got so angry scared me sometimes. He'd never gotten mad at me before, so I thought he wouldn't treat me like other people who interrupt his peace. I guess I was wrong.
Friday, July 12, 2019
Updateee
I was in the worst relationship I've ever had over two years ago.
I'm tired of lying for this person to save his pride.
I'm tired of hiding what REALLY went on.
He and I are at peace now, though I've cut off every ounce of communication.
This is something that people deserve to learn more about so that they can see warning signs if they are in the same situation.
In this story, the protagonist is me.
Anything and EVERYTHING I say is something I've witnessed.
Every bit of this story is the truth.
It gets dark and twisted so if you want to stay in Candy Land, maybe this isn't for you.
I won't go into extreme details with a few things because I don't want to be banned.
You've been warned.
I will admit that this will be the absolute HARDEST thing I've ever done in my writing.
It's going to open up old scars and I'm not going to be prepared for it.
I doubt I ever will be.
I loved him.
And a piece of me always will.
And that's the sick part about all of this.
Friday, March 22, 2019
Time Off.
Life's a mess right now.
I say as I'm about 3 hours away from my vacation spot with my best friend and her family.
But this is surface level stuff.
Everything I'm going through right now is inside and personal.
Someone near and dear to my heart is literally living the worst life I could imagine.
And things are touchy with us.
We have a past of getting in trouble together and me actually being myself.
Or so I thought.
More content coming soon.
About him.
About me.
About this whole knotted rope we call life.
I've been working on it in my free time and hopefully, I'll post it within a month or so.
Anyway.
Life's hard, but I'm staying positive. Ish.
Monday, March 4, 2019
Not The Same.
(Date Written: 3/4/19)
(I'm also sorry if the format looks
different. I'm posting on mobile.)
I use to wish that I had your relationship.
The way you two would sing to music,
Laugh at each other's antics,
Cry over old movies.
It was real and it was raw.
Except.
That it wasn't.
I grew up hoping that I wouldn't have the same fate as you.
The fights,
The nights apart,
The tension.
I won't work for a fairytale ending.
I'll work for the life we deserve.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
past.
Life Update! (2/23/19)
- I won't lie. I miss you. I worry about your well-being and your health a lot. We were so close for so long and what we went through was the hardest thing I've ever done. I wonder if you regret talking about me like that. I wonder if you regret treating me the way you did. The lies you told me broke me. I trusted you with every ounce of my being. I told you things that no one has EVER been told before. Why would you make fun of my painful past?
- Oh honey. THE STRESS OF A NEW JOB. I have to pay off my cute lil Mustang somehow. I need to work more or I'll have to get a second job.
- Okay, driving in this crazy humid and crazy stormy weather has my anxiety shooting through the roof and up to the stars. Do you know how many times I've hydroplaned this week? About 5 or 6 times. I get really anxious driving in normal weather anyway, but when the rain is coming down so fast that you have to pull over to the side of the road and pray that you make it to your destination? I don't think my crazy little heart can handle it.
- I'm so much better without you. I've been happier with old and new friends and my boy because you held me back from them. You made me believe that none of them cared as much as you did. We'd sit and plan our wedding(s) and it's so unreal to me still that you WON'T be a part of it, but I'm glad because he will be and so will everyone else you hid me from.
- I've made some new relationships with coworkers. I'm genuinely happy where I am and I FINALLY get to take care of myself a little more instead of depending on everyone else. It's nice.
- I'm trying to think of something positive to say about all of this rain and tornado weather, but I can't think of one. It did snow in LA for the first time in over 50 years though. Global warming is real, folks. And so is global cooling. It happens in a pattern every few 100 years. It's just the earth's cycle. But I do agree that we need to take better care of good ol' Mother Earth for as long as we're here. Anyway, um. Winter showers bring Spring flowers? I GIVE UP.