Once I got out of the hospital I broke up with Brian. I told him everything. And I don’t think he handled it very well. He was more mad at the fact that I didn’t tell him any of this, (Apparently he said he was happy waiting a few years to go out with me) then the fact that it was true.
I broke up with Zac. I don’t think I ever really went out with him in the first place, but still I told him it would be for the best if we never saw each other again.
I broke up with Jeff. That was the hardest thing that I ever had to do. I told him that at this point in time I wanted to be single and I couldn’t handle him being so far away and me staying in the dust hanging over him. (He cried.)
I told my mom my plan, and she agreed with me all the way. She gave me her money, bought me a plane ticket and I was to stay with my dreadful Aunt Monica.
So I went home, to Tampa.
I went back to school, met up with all my friends, and told every single one of them that I was sorry that I was a bitch before, and that it was all behind me now.
Of course they forgave me. With a lot of tears, a lot of hugs and a lot of heartfelt apologies, we were all best friends again.
"Guys, I’m here forever."
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