Memoirs of a High School Divorcee: Part 2

   Fast forward to January 5, 2005. The day I had waited for since, what now felt like, forever. Mr. (not)Perfect finally asked me out. Over AIM chat... clearly it was love. If I had any sense ( I was fifteen, so clearly there was none), I would have told him to call me and at least ask me over the phone. But no, I was an idiot and was too caught up with the actual event finally happening. Little did I know that innocent and seemingly perfect AIM chat would set the tone for our four and a half year relationship.


Break Up Numero Uno:

    Junior year, the summer of 2007. I had gone away for a two week dance intensive followed up with an extended weekend trip to NYC. Mr. (not)Perfect had started acting a little strange right before I went away. Yes, things had changed. The first two years of being together were pure, disgusting, high school bliss. This summer... things had started becoming not-so-perfect. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time, but I definitely felt a change. So as I spent my time away dancing my little heart out, he was home trying to figure out how to break it.
   It was the typical signs of something not being right. He refused to call me and when I called him, he didn't have much to say. He had sent me a card but didn't sign it "Love". Overall he was just acting like a little punk ass bitch. End of story. How did I deal with this... being miserable, deciding to hate Pittsburgh, and blaming the city on my problems instead.
   Upon my return to good ol' Maryland, we needed "to talk". So Mr. (not)Perfect came over to my house and we chatted. (At least for break up: round one he did it in person...) A few "I've changed", "We can work on its", "Just tell me what you wants", and a "sounds good"... my tears were dried, I guilted him into not breaking up with me, and I got my way. At this point in time I still halfway wore the pants in the relationship...
   If I had been smart, (clearly in the games of love, aging and gaining common sense do not necessarily correlate.) I would have just let it be over. But I was(am) a hard head and my pride was worth way more than my happiness for the next year and a half of my life.

With the exception of a few months, from July of 2007 to April of 2009, HE MADE ME MISERABLE and love was no longer a privilege but a chore.


Therefore:

Missed "break up life lesson number one"=  Because it is ending doesn't mean you failed. It means it is no longer meant to be. Suck up your pride and move on with life.