December 2008
21 posts
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There were signs.
There were signs. I had been told before that he was not the most faithful boyfriend. But even more than he lied to me, I lied to myself. We had been through so much together- I had done so much for him- he would never have done anything to hurt me. I thought because he had allowed himself to be so vulnerable with me there was no way he could possibly lie to me. Our relationship was so raw. Having...
the lies
It was a bad day. The day I found out he had been lying, even to my face. My boyfriend did not stop doing drugs, in fact his habits had gotten worse.
One night he had a party at his house. For an hour or two he disappeared. I had no idea where he was nor did anyone around. After searching the house sat and chatted with another boy to occupy my time. Eventually he turned up, he walked right past...
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his peak
I thought this was a good day. It was the summer after my freshman year, just under two months after Mark’s death. I thought my boyfriend was staying away from drugs.. so I thought.
I made the Varsity Pom Squad this year and this particular morning I was on my way to pom camp for the first time. Four days of none stop dancing. I was extremely excited but I dreaded the idea of being away...
a final goodbye
The school excused any absences so all those who loved and cared for Mark were able to attend his funeral. Originally I was not going to go. Funerals were difficult for me, I had not been to one since the death of my grandfather when I was five years old and I never intended on going to another. At the very last minute I decided I should be there, if nothing else I needed to be there for my...
“Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell.”
– Emily Dickinson
the hardest part was seeing him cry.
Another bad day. Many friends of Mark got together to attempt and put together the pieces, to try and help each other cope with this tragedy. I went with my boyfriend. Mark’s sister was there and having to watch her tear my boyfriend apart was unbearable. She just wanted answers.
My boyfriend had been very close to Mark’s family, he had actually stayed with Mark while he was going through a tough...
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let the battle begin
Many bad days followed. My parents did not take this situation lightly. I had always been the poster child of American perfection. Great grades, great extracurricular activities, never touched alcohol, and I was terrified of drugs. But those bad boy types are so alluring. My parents disliked my boyfriend, disliked him very much.
The morning after Mark’s death was the first battle in a war that...
“It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. And truth be told...”
– The Alternate Routes
she.. was me.
That was a bad day. The lives of two of my friends were lost that day while the lives of many others were changed, indefinitely.
I was a freshman in high school, only 15 years old. At the time I had a boyfriend who did not always have the best influence on me. I was having a bad year really. Little did I know things were going to get progressively worse. But this particular night I was grounded,...
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the moment that changed her life..
Hanging up the phone she tried to convince herself everything would be fine. This was not happening, of course, she was still dreaming. Denial was the initial reaction. She looked at the clock but she couldn’t make out the numbers, her vision blurred from the tears. A silent tear slid down her cheek, gently and smooth. The tear fell from her chin and soaked into the comforter protecting her...
“To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best, day and night,...”
– e.e. cummings
