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Articles: My Thoughts | Give him all...
- Ms. Pushpa Pushpakumari
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Give Him All The Pieces . . .
When I was in ninth grade, a boy I was sure I was in love with started
dating my best friend. Just like that. One day he was walking me to my
locker; and the next day, he was walking my very best friend to her locker.
'We're not going together anymore! he announced, and in the same breath
added, 'I'm going with Tammy now.'
I didn't know how to 'fix it.' I didn't know what to think or how to feel.
Should I be mad at him? Angry with my best friend? How should I explain it
to my friends?
I was clear about one thing: I was hurt all over. No one, not even my
friends or brothers or sisters or parents really knew how deeply I was hurt.
I didn't want to go to school. I didn't want to go to soccer practice. I
didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't want to talk
with anyone about it---certainly not my parents.
Not that it stopped them from asking. Noting that I was upset at just about
everyone and everything, Mom asked, 'Would you like to talk about what's
bothering you?'
'Talking can make it better,' Mom reminded me.
'It's just about my stupid best friend. I'll be okay,' I said, hoping I
didn't have to explain any more.
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