Day 8-Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit

Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.



This was another “boyfriend” of mine…Besides the obvious one I wrote about previously this was my first “boyfriend” . I put this in parenthesis because this was my first “boyfriend”. We broke up every other day and he was my first kiss. I was in 9th grade. I met him probably the first few weeks of school in biology class. He played football (in high school that was a big deal) and he liked me. Well, we started hanging out after school. We would play basketball, hang out (I don’t really remember) but it was basic teenage stuff. I liked him. In the next few months our “relationship” changed. He would put me down on what I was wearing, make a comment about my shoes or whatever he felt like saying that day…He called me horrible names. Then the next day he would write this long letter telling me how sorry he was etc. and I would fall for it. Then one day we had to partner up with another person to do a biology experiment. He had a football game that day so he was not in class. There was this guy that sat in the back of the classroom that wanted to partner up with me. I was wearing these really cute shorts overalls (yes those were in style at the time) The only reason I remember this is because to this day that is why this guy in the back of the class asked me to be his partner (I can’t blame him he was a 13 yr. old boy) But, that day’s biology experiment was to use your genes with the other person’s genes to have a baby. This guy (my partner) and I really got along. He was really funny. He asked me about my boyfriend. I didn’t really say much. He grabbed my hand and in teal pen wrote RYAN IS A PRICK. I couldn’t believe him. He then proceeded to tell me the whole reason why this guy was all wrong for me. As soon as we walked out the doors of class he grabbed my hand. I’m thinking what is going on? Doesn’t this guy know that this guy was my boyfriend! But, for some reason I let him hold my hand. He walked me home and the next thing I know it was dark outside. We talked for hours and hours. The next day this “boyfriend” of mine was so angry he grabbed my arm and twisted it really hard. The following day he pushed me, or he would slap my back etc. I think he thought if he didn’t hit me in the face it wouldn’t count. After every incident he would write this long letter on how he was sorry. He made the first 3 months of high school hell for me. But, all of a sudden he stopped talking to me. All of a sudden his writing stopped. Even though we were in the same class we didn’t talk. The day that he hit me was the last day I spoke to him. A few years later (this guy that I was “partners” with) told me that he threatened him if he ever spoke to me again he would hurt him. I thank that guy every day for being my “knight in shining armor” and saving me from this guy who made my life hell. Just so you all know this guy who I had this “baby” with in biology, this guy who I walked home with on the first day I met him and talked for hours, is now my husband 