My best friend Paige grabbed my arm after first period when she saw me in the hall. "I want you to meet someone". I told her "I have no interest in a boyfriend since Brad ripped my heart out last year". Paige rolls her eyes at me and literally drags me through the hall.
When Paige has her mind made up to do something she does it...
I keep protesting. Paige tells me "Trust me, this is your Prince Charming. You two will be perfect for each other". Well, that's Paige for you, the hopeless romantic.
She drags me around the corner, stops, grabs my shoulders to straighten me. I look back at her, I'm pissed, I told her this was crazy, I have no interest in guys since Brad broke up with me. She grabs my head and turns it so I am looking at him. Paige whispered in my ear, "What about Brad?" and I whisper back "Who?"
Standing before me was him, I melted, he was tall, blonde, had the most beautiful crystal blue eyes and when our eyes met he had a goofy half smile. He had broad shoulders, like he was a football player...I wanted to touch his shoulders. I came to his shoulders, more like his armpits, I guess that not unusual when you are barely over 5'1". He had a short friend on one side of him who reminded me of Booger from Revenge of the Nerds. He had another friend on the other side of him who I didn't really notice. All I could see was him.
Paige was talking, I don't know what she said, I didn't hear her...or anyone else in the crowded hall. I was mesmerized. The only thing I heard was his name, Mike and Mike asking me for my phone number. Paige grabbed my arm and told me we had to go, the break was over and we needed to get to class. My body felt like jello, but Paige dragged me off.
I spent the rest of the school day in a daze. Mike, Mike asked me for my phone number, Mike.
Mike and I were officially dating, we were a typical couple, nothing exciting. We would break up every once in a while and when Mike heard I was dating he would always show back up and we would once again become a couple.
By the time our Junior year rolled around Mike and his friends started using drugs (and alcohol) a little more, almost to a point to where it was becoming a problem. Mike would always try to pressure me into smoking pot, dropping acid or using X (which was legal at the time). I always refused, I was vain, I would tell him I didn't want to age dramatically, loose my hair and teeth by the time I was 30. (This really did happen to a family member of mine, so thank God for my vanity!!)
When we got to our Senior year my whole world revolved around Mike. Mike was my everything, we were planning on going to the same college and getting married after we graduated. We had plans for the future and our future included us growing old together. I loved him, I fell hopelessly in love with him the day my friend Paige dragged me to meet him and it was obvious he loved me too.
The spring semester in our Senior year started. Mike asked me one night why I was starting to get fat, I told him I was pregnant and I was scared to death. He said "I suppose you expect me to marry you now?" I told him I didn't want him to marry me because of the baby, I would only marry him if he wanted to marry me. Of course he started freaking out, like any teenage boy, he was carrying on about him, what his family would think, about his life, his future. He kept going on and on and on. I wanted to slap him and ask, "What about me?"
I hid the pregnancy the best I could, he would take me out to places where we would not run into anyone from school, he kept me away from his parents and I requested to spend the last month in ISS (In School
Suspension) so I could hide the pregnancy better. Mike was starting to act differently, more distant. My Principal kept begging me to transfer to this other high school in our district that had a pregnancy program, the program also offered free daycare so the Mothers could continue their education. (years later my First Daughter would attend this high school...as a regular student, not a expectant mother)
Transferring schools wasn't an option. My adoption counselor would tell me that program was bad, they would encourage me to keep my baby where I would be destined to live off of government assistance and I would never find a decent man to marry me, etc, etc, etc. The adoption counselor also told me if I transferred schools then I wouldn't be able to keep an eye on Mike, he would cheat on me and leave me behind. The counselor planted that paranoia in me and Mike's strange behavior didn't help.
Graduation...because I missed so much school due to my pregnancy I was not able to graduate with my class, with the people I had known my whole life, the people who slowly started dropping out of my life because I wouldn't have an abortion. I wanted to go, but Mike told me not to, he didn't want to run a chance of his family finding out about the baby. So I stayed home, curled up in my bed...crying.
July 23, 1988 my water broke. I mentioned in a post titled "July 23, 1988 - Dear Diary part II" about not getting a hold of Mike. Then in "July 23, 1988 - Dear Diary part III" I mention how Mike was MIA. Then in "Sunday, July 24, 1988" I mention how he never came to see me. And in "Monday, July 25, 1988" I talked about how Mike broke up with me...the day I come home from the hospital, two days after I give birth to our daughter. I found out a few weeks later that he was dating someone else while I was pregnant.
It was bad enough that I was dealing with post partum depression, then losing my daughter to adoption, and the one person I loved with all my heart breaks up with me.
I was accepted into the art program at our District School. I needed to focus on completing my Senior year, a fresh start at a new school, new people, new adventures. Unfortunately by the time school started I was lost...completely empty...I was numb...I was putting myself in dangerous situations, because I wanted this pain to finally end.
There was a boy I was dating, he was sweet enough and was actually trustworthy...but I was a bitch, a complete cold hearted bitch...I didn't care about anyone, or myself. I broke up after a couple of months when he started to get "too close" to my heart.
In January 1989 Mike shows back up, out of the blue. We ended up back together...as usual. This time was different...I had changed. He was wanting to marry me, I was doubtful, but I went along...because a piece of me still loved him. A month later I found a roll of film in my room, I got it developed and I had the pictures in my purse. The pictures were taking at a party I was at last fall with the guy I was dating. I didn't think anything of it, I left the pictures in my purse.
Mike's parents were out of town one weekend. We went to their house, just the two of us. Mike was getting high and we were getting drunk. For some reason he went through my purse and found the pictures. He was angry, I kept telling him they were taken when we were broken up, he didn't care. I suddenly got scared. I ran up the stairs to the bathroom and as I was trying to lock the door he kicked it in. The edge of the door hit me in the face, I was thrown into a wall, bounced off and went flying into the bathtub, as I was falling I grabbed the shower curtain...everything went black.
When I came to I found myself laying in a puddle of blood, Mike was sitting there screaming at me. I got up and went to the mirror. The blood was coming from where the edge of the door hit my teeth and sliced my mouth open, it looked like I had a hair lip that was never sewn together. I wasn't sure if my teeth were still intact. I looked over at Mike and told him I was going to the hospital. He told me he wasn't taking me, I told him fine I would walk there. I went downstairs, put on my coat, grabbed my purse and he showed up and told me he would drive me. I wouldn't talk to him or look at him...how dare he do this to me, when was it going to end?
9 stitches later my lip was sewn back together, I had a minor cut on my brow and cheek from the door and thankfully my teeth were still intact, except one did receive some damage (that wouldn't become an issue until years later). Mike took me home. The next day, I dumped him.
I may be on the path of self-destruction but there was one thing I was sure of, I was not a punching bag!
Mike and I still run into each other every few years. I'm not afraid or angry when I see him, a part of me does pity him a little...his heart is so full of anger, and guilt over what happened with us. And yes, a small part of me does still love him. I have forgiven him, but I will never forget.