My parents and I paid for the whole thing: flowers, limo, dinner, everything.
The only thing I asked of my boyfriend was that he please not chew.
As the limo pulled away from my friend's house, a song came on the radio, and I started singing along poorly to be funny.
My friends laughed, but my boyfriend was annoyed.
Eventually, he and another guy asked the driver to stop by a convenience store.
When he came back, he pulled out a container of chew and jammed a massive dip between his teeth and cheek.
Across from me, my friend, the one who made her boyfriend cancel on his original date, had brought as a friend the guy who had cancelled on me junior year.
If that isn't poetic justice, I don't know what is.
Everyone thought what they'd done the year previous was awful and so no one wanted to be their date.
He hugged me while I cried. He told me that if I wanted to be his date instead, I could.
Once we got to the dance, I gave my boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
