I believe in breakups. I have experienced a deep heart break throughout my high school years. I have grown into a strong independent women. Two years was a long time wasted, but I don’t regret any of it. Over this time I’ve realized I wouldn’t be who am I now without going through this breakup.
My freshman year I got switched to honors geometry, this affected my whole schedule. When this happened I found myself in classes with my now ex. For the sake of his privacy im going to refer to my ex as “him”. It all started out by me asking him for help in wood shop, he was polite and kindly helped me. After this we started talking more at school and on facebook.
On March 22, 2016, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Summer approached and we were excited to get more time with each other. This all came to a halt when we realized with football and tennis we rarely had time for each other. We worked through it and spent as much time together as we could, usually one day a week. We started fighting a few weeks before school started and our relationship became toxic. We decided to split up, but decided to try again.
There were issues to work out because he had dated other girls during those months and it hurt me immensely. After a few months I felt like we were distancing ourselves and growing apart. We broke up for the second time.
I spent the whole summer broken hearted missing him for reasons I will never understand. As the summer came to an end I saw his name light up my phone and I was so excited just to know he thought about me. We started talking as friends which was a bad idea to start with, because I still had feelings for him. I eventually told him this and he said he felt the same way so we started dating again. Junior year we were bestfriends, lab partners, homework buddies, and inseparable . It felt like it would all work out this time.
We kept talking, but it soon felt like a burden to him to be able to maintain a happy and healthy relationship with me. Little did I know this would be the toughest breakup we would have. Two weeks later he told me he liked someone else, someone I knew fairly well, I was devastated. I hated watching him be with someone else, as much as I wanted him to be happy.
After two long months I decided I couldn’t do this to myself anymore. Finally I blocked him on all social media, took different routes in hallways, and avoided eye contact. During this time I gained many new friends at school, I was able to be around him without feeling uncomfortable, I was happy, and I was independent. I wanted to enjoy time with my friends and get back all the time I wasted in high school.
Senior year has started and him and I are now friends. We have both have matured and grown as young adults over the last two and a half years. I know I wasted a lot of high school years, but at the same time I wouldn’t change any of it because I don’t know where I would be now. I am so thankful for him and I am so proud of myself for how far I’ve come. I believe in breakups, the good and the bad.