I wish I could say that after we shared the dance that everything was like a fairy tail and there were no issues. But I would be lying, I can't say that there were no issues because most of what followed were arguments and fights. Mostly I was picking fights for no reason at all, I didn't know how to act and was just fueled by jealousy due to what people were saying. She had gotten a job for after school and I became jealous thinking things would change. I was also not seeing her near as much because she was working or busy watching her relatives that stayed at her mom's house. I do regret how I acted and I feel that if I had not acted how I did then the following wouldn't have happened, and things might even be different. The first time we dated only lasted 11 months, even through the fights and everything it was the best time of my life and I had fallen in love. Now most relationships in the circumstances we were having could either end on good or bad terms, had I have acted a little differently it might have been on better terms than they were...I remember it like it had just happened, we had been fighting more and more and one morning I woke up to a phone call. It was her and she had been crying so I asked what was wrong, she didn't say details at first she only said she wanted to break up, after a minute on the phone I had found out that a guy at her work seen her upset and kissed her, her feeling pushed away and broken by how I was acting, kissed back. I was filled with emotions I couldn't control, it felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. Only thing going through my head was that maybe I could meet her and fix things, maybe there would be a chance, so I sped in my truck to the mall where she said she was going with a friend. She had asked me not to go, I only realized why when I showed up. I walked in and was looking for her when I seen her and her friend and her boyfriend, all walking. But there was a guy walking with her and holding her hand, it was the guy who kissed her. My heart sank and felt like it stopped, I didn't know how to react and lost it, I was upset and even went so far as to tell her she had ripped my heart out, pleading her to talk to me to maybe fix it. By this time the guy turned towards me and said she didn't want to talk to me, she was upset but I had such an amount of rage built up I would have swung, had she not jumped in the middle. Finally she said she would talk and walked outside with me, we talked and I still acted out of pride and had sought to get her yelled at by her parents, which had worked and she needed to go home. Instead of ending on good terms, I let my pride intervene, and made it alot worse, she didn't talk to me for a while after that...I felt destroyed. But it was my fault for pushing her.
