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When I was 9 years old, I moved from Staten Island New York to Bellevue Nebraska. I was placed in Betz elementary. I soon developed a crush on a girl named N*****e H******n. (name blurred in case you know her) I learned the hard way that things don't work the same way in Nebraska as in New York. To make a long story short I could paraphrase the entire story as this:
Valentines day: party - hand out cards -didn't sign any of them - gym class: accused of stalking/ harrassment/ threatened with a beat down by an upper classman/ scarred for life
now a part of me will never be more than 9 years old.
Throughout the rest of my schooling I was taunted by her and her friends.
They told lies about me.
They made up jokes about me.
They were rich, I was poorish.
I shied away from honor roll to avoid her and her friends.
I shied away from sports to avoid what would be an almost guarenteed beating from her Jock friends.
I avoided women all together to avoid a repeat of what she did to me. As a result, I have only ever been with one girl. I am still with her. I will probably be with her for the rest of my life.
20 years to find one girlfriend. Sad.