I promised someone I would tell this story, and I am willing to be as realistic as I can recall while avoiding harming anyone.
Just as an integral part of my personality disorder, I very much want this story told. I recently parted ways with a long time friend because I decided she was being friends with who she knew or thought she knew and that person was not me. She didn’t even know me. Well, maybe she did and I didn’t like the me she knew, but in reality, I believe she had no clue as to who I was or why. I have never had a problem being me and never wanted to be anyone else. That sometimes leads to TMI. You can check the box at the end.
I was cute in high school. Middle level clique. Friends with the “hoody” kids, and some of the uppity ups. Dated. Not much til jr. year, but a lot sr. year. Mostly “boyfriends” and making out in the alley or the forest preserve or someone’s basement. I was terribly, ‘skip grades’ smart, but I was not very “nice”. I took a guy away from someone just to see if I could and then dumped him cuz I didn’t like him. Both parties sicced their sisters on me for that.
At my ten year reunion a guy said, “I wish I knew you were going to turn out like this”. Ultimate left-handed compliment. I was pretty much coming into full flower. Just before I turned 30 something terrible happened to my marriage. His sin. The usual. Begged me to stay married, and I did. But I had a score to settle. I had a job and met this high school foot ball hero rich guy blonde who never noticed me in high school. We had a two year fling with all the worst complications you could imagine. My husband even said at a social gathering, “That guy’s in love with you.” I’d be at my mom’s house in Michigan and he would call me. My mom never asked, but said, “Tell him not to call here.” His wife would call me. I got sick of him, heard him lying to his wife. Business problems, lied to his superiors. Asked me to lie. I called the person back and told real story. We both left that job.
I said, “Your wife needs you to take care of her. I have someone already. Good bye.” My spouse was a bank VP and we were flush. High school jock ended in the news for giving municipal contracts for kick backs. He walked into my office one day and I told him to find a new girlfriend. “It will be very exciting.”
He drove by me a few years later in traffic. He kind of was following me. When I turned off the highway I waved. I had my four year old in the car. I know he wonders about that.
High school reunion web site, he has a pasty smushy face and same wife. I left marks.