>It was a Saturday evening. I was in college. We were going to a fraternity party. John's fraternity was throwing the party. I knew it was going to be an awesome evening. John and I had been together for three months and I believed we were in love. We were the power couple of the university and everyone that was anyone knew who we were. We had both been busy with Rush week and midterms; we had not seen each other in a few days. I knew John had been immersed in school and greek life, but tonight was going to be an evening to remember.
I was quite correct in my assumption.
I arrived with a couple of my sorority sisters and got a drink. John would be arriving some time thereafter. I was wearing my skinny jeans and my favorite tank top, with the empire waist, and my favorite black boots. I was so smitten by him and could hardly wait to see him.
When John came in, our eyes met across from across the room. My stomach began doing flips. My heart quickened its beat. He was wearing the blue cashmere sweater that hugged his chiseled chest and complemented his piercing blue eyes. I knew at that moment that this was true love. The way he looked at me confirmed he felt the same way.
Immediately after I had that realization, I had another epiphany. I realized he had come walking in with HER behind him. VANESSA. THAT GIRL. That sleazy girl. That bitch. The nerve they had, flaunting their lust for one another in front of me and embarrassing me in front of my sisters. I was mortified. Did they have no respect? Three.months.down.the.drain.
I practically took flight coming across the room. It was all happening in slow motion. I took my Manhattan and threw it in her face. I do not know what had come over me. That bitch deserved what she got. I walked up to John and gave him a shove.
Me: "What is going on John?"
I shouted at him. My brain stinging from the pain of what it was trying to comprehend. My heart was stinging from the pain. How could this be happening?
John: "I do not know what you mean."
Me: "What are you doing with THIS bitch?"
John: "That is none of your business!"
Me: "None of my business? None of MY business?! You insensitive bastard!"
John: "Look, I do not know what you are freaking out on me about! What is your problem?"
Me: "THREE MONTHS JOHN! THREE MONTHS OF MY LIFE, I have been dedicated to you and you are with HER now? Is that it?"
John: "Hey, we both said things were moving a bit too fast and needed a couple days apart. I thought we were taking a break. I thought we were going to be friends and all."
That did it for me. I grabbed hold of his sweater and started yanking him. I am not even sure what I said. I just remember his blue sweater and pulling, pulling, shredding, tearing, and destroying the sweater that I used to love. He began jerking away. My grasp got tighter. I shoved him down and began kicking him in the ribs and pulling the threads, as it unraveled to nothing.
I was standing there, with single threads that lead out the door and down the driveway. I followed the thread down the street to dorms. I never found him that night, but the more the sweater unraveled, conjointly so did my sanity.
Stay-at-home mom, runner, disgruntled...
Laura blogs at My Beautiful Life and lives in San Diego, California with her husband, 16 month old baby girl, two dogs, and a cat, where she is training for her second marathon. She blogs about anything that comes to mind, which is often running, her adorable daughter or simply not suitable for the ears of babes.