So, once there was a boy. He met a girl, and they fell in love. For three years they spent time together, dealing with things, having fun. He went to college, and she learned to live. She got used to not having him around, but she loved driving to visit him for the weekend. She loved him so. He loved her.
Then, he became the president of the Astro club at school. The previous president stuck around, and when Astro club members were being particularly bitchy, he went to the previous president to complain and commiserate. Then he started to fall for the previous president, because she was (I suppose) sweet, and available. They started having sex, while the poor girl at home knew nothing, and waited devotedly for her lover to come back for break.
It started to get awkward. The girl blamed herself for being too weird, or nervous, or stressed. She tried hard to show the boy how much she cared for him. She tried to figure out the best balance for their relationship, while he (I suppose) didn’t help out, and kept cheating on her with his new girl.
Now, the new girl was an extra-semester-senior. She was graduating in December– about a month after (I suppose) he began his betrayal of the girl at home. She was moving to Philadelphia. One week, near the end of his winter break, the boy went to Philadelphia to visit his sister. He met up with the new girl there, where she was hunting for an apartment. He drove her back to his college, where she still had a place (and I suppose they probably f*cked there). Then he merrily began a drive home to his innocent, unknowing girlfriend, to whom he had devoted three years, and who had given him every fiber of her being and her heart.
He came home, and he told the girlfriend they probably wouldn’t last much longer. She was very sad, but she knew he could be right. Their lives were at different stages, they were moving in different directions, and the chance that they would stay together forever was slim.
Then she found out he had cheated on her. And her world seemed to break.
The story ends there. I’m crushed. He dumped me yesterday, and now I’m floundering a bit. Yesterday I cried and cried. I blamed myself and I blamed him. I blamed her. Now, I blame them both, and I no longer blame myself.
He broke our relationship beyond repair, and I am very sad.
Today, my mother and I went and got tattoos. They don’t match, but they’re in the same place.
I am strong, I am fierce, and I will survive.