They say that breaking is what your heart is for…

They say that breaking is what your heart is for…

I have major issues with people lying to me. It goes back to when I was a little kid; I had an unusual childhood blah, blah, blah. This is also why I have issue trusting people. You can’t always believe what people tell you or who they make themselves out to be. A lot of people wear a mask and hide their true identity.

R is one of these people. I trusted him, and I was wrong. Its really as simple as that.

If you know who R is, you might think he’s a good guy, and I use to think so too. I’m not writing about what happened to place the blame on him, but to help understand what happened and make sense of everything.

R broke up with me on Sunday outside of Marion. It was freezing. I was trying not to cry as the leaves fell onto the volleyball court. People were staring, but at a school this size, when aren’t they? He said what he had to say and I laughed.

 I stood up, “Well… I don’t know what else to say so, I’m going back inside because I’m cold and have to cry. But just so you know- I’m pretty sure you just broke my heart a little”

“Catie…. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

And that was it. 

That was the end of what I thought was going to be a lot more. Better than anything else that had ever been before. My friends said he was stupid and would come around. Others said a sophomore had played me. Girls in my hall laughed at me, that dumb freshman girl who’d been lured, baited, hooked, and tricked by a sophomore guy in a fraternity. The same old story, same old ending.

So the outcome of all of this is that I learned a valuable lesson. A cheesy lesson, but nonetheless a valuable one. I have really strong relationships at R.C, maybe not the type of relationship I thought would be the strongest, but 100% better. I have the best friends in the world. I realized that these past two weeks. V is there for me at the drop of a hat. M is always willing to beat someone up, well at least joke about doing so. S is willing to catystrate someone for me-don’t worry we’re keeping the knives away from that one.. KC and I are literally the same person. And Md has the ability to make me laugh way too hard. And everyone else is equally amazing too.

A lot of people I went to high school with constantly post about missing everyone back home. I miss a lot of people back home, but I left for a reason. I left to meet new people and experience new things. I’m so glad I’ve met people who I know I’ll be friends with for the rest of my life. These past two weeks have been as my ap English teacher PB would say, “a tale of two cities.” They were the absolute worst and yet also parts of the best times ever. I regret some parts  but still wouldn’t change anything.