His Love Changed Me (Short Narrative Story)

   First off, I just want to start out by saying that no man is worth putting yourself through pain. I don’t mean physical pain, more like mental and emotional pain. I believe girls tend to lose their dignity, self-respect, and their backbone to a boy just to make him happy when really it’s just basically giving him power over you. This is what happened to me during a certain relationship. In high school, I began dating this boy and things went great like most relationships do when they first start out but things decided to change after a while.

   My boyfriend, at the time, and I been together for nine months. We met in high school towards then end of the school year. We started talking, and then it became more frequent until he eventually asked me out on his birthday. Things went great, for the first couple of months anyways. We hung out like all the time during the summer, saw each other during and after school, and of course always texting or calling each other. We saw and spoke to each other almost 24/7 it seemed. We were happy, we had fun and perhaps very much in love with each other but of course good things always come to an end.

   It started out small, just a few bickering here and there, then we would get over it and move on but as time progressed, it became worse and worse. Some of our fights would last a day or a few hours, sometimes even the whole weekend. It was usually about some lame ‘ole crap like “why didn’t you text me?” because I always had to constantly text him. If I didn’t text him every 10 minutes and didn’t keep the conversation interesting, he would become upset and throw a fit like a 5 year old child. And that’s just the clean version; I am not exaggerating at all. During the time we would text, he would always tell me “you’re boring me” or “you’re not fun to talk to, be interesting”. Being told that constantly, it eventually became so stuck in my head that I started to believe him. I would tell myself that he’s right and I would stress myself out just to entertain him, to make him happy but it never was good enough no matter how hard I tried.

   He then began to judge my friends and who I associated myself with for either being “not pretty” or “just too weird”. Well why do my friends looks have anything to do with him? It never made sense to me. Was he embarrassed that his girlfriend had what he called “ugly” friends? I never gave a thought about his friends’ looks because they’re HIS friends! My focus is on him so for my boyfriend to be that judgmental of MY friends baffled me and quite frankly, it pissed me off. Not just because he’s judging them, but that means he’s judging me too. I always was doing something wrong or saying the wrong things. We fought anywhere at any time of the day, usually being at school or through text because he stopped taking me out in public after arguing with other people around.  Also, I was “too shy” and “I don’t talk” when I’m hanging with him and his family. I can’t help it if they are talking about something that I know nothing about. The point is we fought constantly. I mean anything like the whole being the most boring person to talk to because I was always would be offended and hurt so I would tell him which led him to get angry with me. And even just telling him I how I felt about particular things like being ignored for a whole day or two for making him mad or him storming off at school or just being a total ass to me in front of his friends. Believe me when I say that I never start a fight on purpose. Sometimes whenever I would say something that I felt was important he would take it and make a big deal out of it. He would blow me off and say “you’re just being silly, I never done any of things to you”. It always went through one ear and out the other. I felt like I was standing in a room screaming at the top of my lungs and him being on the other side, never even lifting his head to acknowledge that he heard me. I began to think all the problems were my fault, that I’m the cause of all this drama. I would spend nights crying and feeling more alone than I ever felt in my entire life, just trying to think of ways that would make him smile and laugh so he’ll think that he’s got an awesome girlfriend. It was so frustrating, the one person that’s supposed to be there for me and listen to what I say; my best friend, would not bother to hear me out.