As I've said before, my life is pretty normal with nothing too exciting. Well you could say that the last year hasn't counted, and I don't mean the last school year or 2014, but the 365 calendar days. At the beginning of the second semester last year I meet a guy who I thought was nice and interesting. Needless to say he wasn't what I thought he was.
I should have know better when I found out that during rehearsals for the school musicals he was telling everyone we were dating when we were actually just talking in my mind, he was the first guy that'd become my boyfriend, but that comes later. So he was telling others this, later on he finally got the guts to actually ask me on a date. Nothing too big, just dinner and then going to see a movie. I'll never forget his theory on movie dates, always go to the movie first then dinner, that way if conversation ends you can talk about the movie. Anyway, things went okay and the entire time we were together I knew he wanted to join the Army and I figured, "Hey what can I do to stop him?" At one point we broke up and got back together less than a week later. I don't really remember why we broke up, something along the lines that he was pressuring me to have sex - without straight out saying it mind you - he was dealing and doing drugs, he had family crap he wasn't ready to face yet tried to make me do exactly that, and he just 'wasn't sure he wanted a relationship' right then. After we got back together I thought it was going to be better, so while my mother helped with the seniors' Project Graduation night, I secretly invited him over. Again he tried to get me to do stuff, only this time I was asleep - well half way, enough to know what he was doing, but not enough to stop him - and yes girls that is considered rape. That was close to the very end of the school year and he would be leaving soon for basic training with the Army. Once again we were near breaking up, and like the stupid teenage girl in her first real relationship, I didn't want it to end. But he did have to leave and we weren't at a good point in the relationship when he did.
That summer I travel out of the country, meaning the only way I could talk to others was over the internet and Facebook. During that time I can to the realization, I didn't care if we talked or not, I didn't even want to be bothered by him. I was more focused on my friendship with the girl I consider a sister and my other friends, not him. With my new knowledge I traveled back home knowing that as soon as I could talk to him, I had to end it.
At the same time I had a couple of friends who had graduated the year before and were now in college. One of these friends was determined to set me up with one of our other friends - T. So I started talking to T. and suddenly one day I got a call from my so called boyfriend, at which point I ended it - though I never really meant to over the phone but I was just so ready to be done with him! The same day T. asked me out and all we really did was talk since neither of us had the time to see each other let alone hang out so it didn't really go anywhere.
And that my lovely readers was how my first and only, at this point, relationship began and ended. Because we still go to the same school and have some friends in common I have found out that in his latest relationship he got one of my friends pregnant (she miscarried), cheated on her with a freshman, could now be considered a petifile due to his age, and who the hell knows what else now.
So this has been part one, ready for the rest heehee?
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