I’ve been waiting to speak out for so long, and today is the day.
He called ...
I couldn’t say that I was his girlfriend, but there wasn’t much certain about the relationship anyhow. I had thought he was my boyfriend, he acted as such, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t. He had certainly fooled everyone though. All my friends thought he was “the one” and he seemed to worship and adore me at the time. He would send text messages to say he was thinking of me, how “awesome” he thought I was ...
It was strange that he never seemed to really care about the things I would say when we talked. He never laughed at my jokes, or really seemed interested in me, although he would flatter me to everyone around. “Doesn’t he get how funny you are?” one of my friends remarked one afternoon after we had all hung out. That was the first time I made an excuse for him, saying “he’s just a little tired, that’s all.”
A few weeks later, he told me he was going out of town to go snowboarding—his passion in life. Of course, I was disappointed because it was a big weekend for me. I was graduating from college, my family and friends would all be gathered, and he had said he wanted to be there. But when I tried to call him, something was wrong. I could just sense it. The dial tone on his phone was strange, and the message in Spanish told me he was “out of the service area”—he was in Mexico!
I tried to rationalize everything, even worrying that his phone might have been stolen or left on the wrong bus. He came back into town after the weekend had passed, and that’s when I found out: he had been taken a trip to Mexico with another girl. Even though I was hurt, crying in my kitchen, he tried to have sex with me—forcing his kisses on my mouth and grabbing me. I kicked him out. I would never talk to him again, I told myself, but after some time passed, I though we might be friends. I guess I felt guilty that yet another relationship had not worked out, and felt that I should try to end things amicably. I also felt sorry for him. We had planned a ski trip for Christmas day, and since we both still had tickets, I figured it would be fine to go—as friends.
