Well guys it has been a rather long time since my last post. Things have been really crazy I can't even describe. But I'm back and that is all that matters.
So today I have a rather interesting topic for you today. It is something that has been tugging on me for some time, Love. Lol so I figured why not make this my long return post, and get you guys thinking. And don't worry this post won't be boring.
So first off let's set up the story. I had a friend by the name of Terri. She is the same age as me. Well she is a girl that I would call a girl that likes to be with guys. That is the clean term for some of the virgin eyes reading this. But I also can't forget to say that she demands attention constantly.
Ok so moving on. After a long break from being friends back in august, we started talking again in January. Some of you might remember from my first blog post. We mainly started talking again because we both had some juicy details on her ex gay lover. But at the same time she was talking to him as a love interest. I warned her from doing this, but who can stop a girl who is supposedly in "Love". She did it anyway, but had her love life broke in two when she found out that he was having a gay sexual affair right on the other side of the wall from her. I could of said I told you so, but I'm not that mean. But anyways that is how our friendship sort of came back together.
Ok so several months later, after several guys, and several fights between me and her, we somehow decided to go to prom together as friends. I was rather excited since my previous date had fell through. And I think she was too.
Several weeks before the prom, she confesses to me that she likes me. I mean like me like me. In a way I think I had always known, but yet I continued to be friends with her. I told her that her feelings for me would effect how we were friends, and how I acted around her. But the way she acted towards me bothered me, and that created several fights.
Eventually I started to get the feeling that she felt like we were an item. Because the week before prom I promised to go walk with her, but when I had to help my mom pay bills I had to tell her that I had other commitments, and she blew up, saying that I always blew her off. Eventually she found every little reason to be mad at me. I don't know why, but we somehow got over it.
Next day or two she kept going on and fighting, and she then had the nerve of telling me how I should fix my hair. And i'm like excuse me? And when I told her that there would be no chance in hell that I was wearing my hair a certain way, she blew up again, a day before prom. She thought that talking to my sister and mom would change my mind. But I laughed because she she pulled that stunt my mom told her off and said that I have been fixing my own hair since I was born, and since I wasn't telling her how to fix her's, she had no right to tell me how to fix mine. (Thanks mom!!)
Anyways that shut her up really quick. Ok so here we are, the day of prom. Everything works out rather well. I got the car washed and cleaned and everything. After nearly dying of thinking I was having a allergic reaction from dinner, we had pictures, then made it to prom. At first we didn't dance because nobody else was really dancing either. But eventually everybody started to congregate, and so did we. Then all of a sudden she sends her ex boyfriend a txt threatening him not to come to prom with her there. She was bawling, and I'm like WTF!!! I told her that he wasn't going to ruin our prom night and that she just needed to get over him. She actually gave me her phone to hold for the night...and we started dancing.
The dancing part was rather...well interesting. We started off with being shy and finally I got over it, and started umm I guess you call it "Grinding". But I only did it thinking that we could dance like that and walk out still thinking of each other as friends.
After prom, my dancing was all she talked about. The day after that loooong night, she kept talking about it...and kept talking about how she wanted to just kiss me and stuff like that. And being a friend, I felt very uncomfortable hearing her say this stuff about me. So I told her it was awkward, and I only intended that we danced as friends. And of course she reataliates saying that if I danced like that I would have danced like that with everyone else. So here comes this big fight about how she likes me and how i led her on.
This continues on and finally I had to start ignoring her. But that sure didn't stop her. No she then starts talking to my sister and my friends trying to get them to talk to me. When I finally do she starts talking about suicide, and how that is all she has left. And i'm like get over yourself your acting just silly. And she just kept going on and on.
Days later, she accuses me of Drug Abuse. Funny huh? Apparently she was using that as a reason for the way I was acting towards her. But personally I would have been better off using drugs than take the verbal beatens that she kept throwing at me.
Finally I just had to block her. It hurt me to block the one person that I talked to the most. But when people act that way to you I think you have no other choice.
Eventually I had to remove her from my block. She was using other methods to stay in contact with me, which only gave me a bigger headache. She keeps txting me, but now I have a new attitude towards her, an apathetic one. I think it pushes her buttons a little bit quicker which is fun because she pushed mine 6 weeks ago.
But anyways, I hope this blog helped you understand how much someone's love for someone can actually hurt something more worse; a friendship. And that is something that can never be repaired.
Hope you enjoyed the blog and I will plan on updating very soon.
-Tyler
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