No, this is not the first mistake I’ve ever made. I’ve made trillions; this is the first of many in my senior year of high school.
Of course I was in the marching band because who doesn’t love being forced into an activity by your parents.
We had band camp August-September learning our positions and music to perform a halftime show. Of course I was focused on one thing the entire time. You can probably guess it too. The one thing every high school girl thinks about when they are bored… Guys…I had a friend who started talking to a guy.
No, this isn’t a story how I got with this guy. It’s a story how this guy made my life roll around in dog poop, shoved in a blender, peed on by a bunny, slammed it in a door, and spit all of it right at my face.
Lets call him Justin (not his real name)
Justin and I start texting and of course I try and flirt because I can never get anyone else to pay attention to me. Of course I come up with the smart idea of having him, two other friends, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of sparkling over for New Years Eve. Because my other friends didn’t want to share the good stuff, before he came we wrapped the sparkling in a brown paper bag and gave it to him. Sure enough, it was chugged in about 30 seconds and then he was “intoxicated” the whole night.
You can already tell I picked a winner.
Yup, you guessed it we kissed on New Years and then on Martin Luther King. After those two drunk nights for me, I had enough. I wanted out; I did not want to see him, talk to him, text, snapchat, or you name it. However, that was not the case for him.
I blocked him on all my social media and he went after my friends. Threatened them with things I told in confidence. I forced myself not to block him through text because I was scared he would threaten suicide, and do it. I would get called every horrible name but only through text. He was a coward and could only talk to me through a screen.
This went on for 4 months; I endured this because I care for my friends like family. I convinced myself he was crazy to not feel the pain of those hurtful words. They were still said.
The amount of times I told him to leave me alone, I could have used that energy in a lot of better ways. I finally succeeded in the texting to stop, but I was still being talked about by him through school. People told me he was telling people about me. One night, I texted him in a rage after hearing things he said. I mocked how he never could face me, I texted his friends saying I was going to make his life hell.
The best part is, he goes to the principal the next day. Of all the days, it has to be the day of prom. I figured I had nothing to lose and told the “real adults” everything.
Now you might be wondering why I didn’t go to an authority in the first place. My reason for that is I was trying to handle it like an adult which I was. I knew there was a point between fake threats and life and death.
I don’t think there is a moral of the story. I also don’t know what I’ve learned either. I do know I was shaken by this, but stronger because of it.
If you have any thoughts, please comment I would like to know an outsider’s opinion.