Looking back at high school is the most painful memory I have. And I’ve got plenty of terrible stories I can tell you that should be higher on that list.
You called me a slut, a whore, the devil, a bitch. You screamed it at the top of your lungs in public places.
You kicked me and punched me and pushed me to the ground. You pulled my hair, pulled my pants down, trashed my school books and grafitti’d my locker.
You told me I was fat, ugly and worthless. You started rumor’s about me being pregnant, three times. When I’d never had sex.
You sat and teased me with your friends but acted all nice to me alone. You pretended to be my friend to get more ammunition to hurt me with.
You ruined my self esteem, my confidence and my self worth. You made me cry more than I will ever admit.
You broke me.
So don’t you DARE request to be a friend of mine on Facebook. Don’t think that 12 years has made me forget the person (people) that you are, and the person that you made me think I was.
I hope you feel guilty about what you did to me. I hope the shame eats at your insides when your world is quiet.
Just like the pain you caused still makes me cry.
Twelve years, you are not forgiven. None of you.
So with you on that one Boo. Same thing happened to me. There was a certain sense of revenge or something when I hit the ignore button and turned her down.
And I am sorry to read about the things that happened to you. That’s a lot of crap to put up with. Not really looking forward to when our children are in that phase of life. It’s never easy.
Thank you for replying Lisa! I was beginning to wonder if everyone I know here was in the “other camp” and felt a little guilt of their own.
I dread sending Jaxon off to school, I can’t protect him from this.
That’s pretty ballsey to have beat you up and years later expect to be a friend on Facebook. Wow. I was the object of ridicule in my school too, though never as bad as how they treated you. But, I was invited to the last reunion and did not go. I don’t want to see those people. I looked at some pictures on myspace and it appears they are all the same drunken, overly self indulgent, spoilt rich kids I hated back then. I’m sorry these feelings were brought back for you. It hurts no matter how long ago it was.