Venting—-
Last Monday, I had surgery…I had a few torn muscles that had to be fixed in my right shoulder. That Saturday, I went out with the guy i’m talking to. I sat in the passenger seat and he helped me put my seat belt on and slip it over my head so it wasn’t pressing up against my aching shoulder. Once we reached our ‘destination’, I unlatched my belt, and went to slip it over my head and take it off. Well, the belt was locked up & we couldn’t get it to come unlocked. After getting out, we decided I should sit in the middle since he drives a truck and the belt goes across your stomach. Today, we went to get ice cream, and I sat in the middle again. Later that night, I read a girl’s Facebook status and it said: “The awkward moment when your “girl” rides next to you in the middle of your truck when its just the two of you…” Seriously, since when did my personal preference on what spot to sit in in a vehicle, become your business?
My name is Maddie. I’m currently 16 years old with a birthday coming up on June 6th. My parents were never married & let me tell you something, it completely sucks. Growing up, I never really got to know what it was like to have a “real” family, that was until my mom got married. After my mom got married, I stated to understand the concept of a family. There’s ups, there’s downs, but they will always be there, no matter what. Or so I thought anyways.. I say that because: my Freshmen year in high school my dad got married. Having another female in my life was a little difficult at first but I very quickly became attached to my new step mom. She was my role model, someone I could always count on for anything. Sometimes, she was even like my real mom. Nearing the end of my Junior year in high school, rumors started to round that my step mom was cheating on my dad. My dad already had a little bit of an assumption of what was going on considering she worked at a bar on the weekends and wouldn’t return home until eight or nine in the morning. When my dad gave her the option to change her ways or leave, she chose to leave. She left while I was at work one night. Coming home unaware of the situation was pretty difficult considering she never said good bye. It still doesn’t make sense to me why she left or why she threw it all away, I wish it would. The night I fist met her was the night of my dad’s best friend’s death..someone whom I was very close to also. The first conversation she and I ever had, she told me, “Maddie, everything happens for a reason. The bad things that happen to us in life, only happen because God wants them to..because he knows they’ll help make us stronger.” Being as young as I was, I didn’t fully understand, but I took that little bit of advice in many different ways. “Everything happens for a reason” bad things happen to good people only yo make them stronger than they were before.
Her eyes don’t light up when she hears your name anymore. She doesn’t get chills when you walk by and her heart doesn’t race when you smile at her. You don’t get her like you used to. You’re just a bad memory in the back of her mind. So don’t be surprised next time you make your way past her and she doesn’t even glance your way. And don’t bother trying to talk to her, you won’t get a response. She’s over fighting the same losing battle. The saddest part is you have no one to blame but yourself. She gave you every chance you could ask for. And you effed up everytime. Now she walks around with nothing but a smile on her face, and she laughs louder than ever before. Looks like you’ve lost her, bro
When you think about giving up, just give it one last shot. Please. Because, maybe, just maybe, it could be the best thing to ever happen to you.
