My senior year of high school was romantically wasted on a relationship with a guy who was very needy and clingy. I stupidly agreed to get engaged to him. Luckily it went no further than that! He was a nice guy. He had great taste in music. He was very smart and funny…
BUT…
Extremely insecure. He also suffered some sort of psycho somatic issue or was just addicted to Diazepam. Our best dates were spent in the ER.
Now… In high school, I had always been a concert goer… a “groupie” if you will (although I really hate that label). My fiancé refused to go to any shows with me because he complained of ringing in his ears. The times I decided to go without him, he would call my mom and ask her exactly what I was wearing and then the entire time I was at the show he would also call my mom crying; convinced I was going to break up with him. Sometimes he’d be waiting for me when I got home and he’d be so upset he would puke.
I cannot fathom why I followed this boy to college… but I did. It lasted three weeks. I lost a dear friend to pneumonia and the boy got upset when I went to her wake instead of spending time with him. That was the last straw. I left school and the guy and never looked back. I don’t think I even shed a tear.
After dodging that toxic coupling… I went a bit crazy… Not bat shit crazy … but “keg party” crazy. Between the time I left school and joined the Army (a span of 6 months), I dated quite a few guys and went to my share of wild parties. I packed it all in. Bear in mind… I am NOT a social butterfly … but damn. That six months felt a lot longer than it was. Many adventures were had…
Let the biscuits begin!
