Girl of my dreams
One Sunday morning, around 2 years after I began dating June, my family and I were having breakfast. I broke down and everything came out. That was probably the most difficult moment of my life , but also one of the best, even though I never thought so at that moment.
It all began with, "the girl of my dreams".
I lived a shealtered life in a small city and attended a catholic college everyone attended. It was the beginning of a new year when I thought I had discovered "the girl of my dreams", or what I had thought so at that time. June was a beautiful winsome girl with a great personality, who always knew what to say to make me felt comfortable being with her. The more time we spent tighter, the more i got attracted to her.
Then it all began. It started with verbal arguments and swearing. Soon it escalated. I discovered June had problems. She confided in me, I found out about her divorced parents and abusive father. June took up all my time and I considered it my responsibility to save her. Little did I realized, I was sacrificing myself for her punishing behavior. I sacrificed the friendship of my best friends. I became so isolated and growing further away from my family and friends. I could not remember when the violence became so intense. I was a victim and could not fight back for fear of what else might happen. It soon became a sickening cycle but always ended in dramatic apologies and promises. The violence was occuring more frequently and getting worst each day. She always made marks in places people could not see, I always have excellent explanations if anyone happened to witness. No one knew how much emotional and physical pain was tearing me apart. On the exterior, my life seemed composed and everyone thought our relationship was perfect.
I could not find the reason for what made me realized this treatment was inhuman. Maybe it was because of my best friends who would not longer speak to me or my parents that who do not interact with me. I was convined that no one would be there for me even if I left June. I dared not sound anybody until I broke down. I plunked up every courage of mine, and released everything.
After I broke off all ties with "the girl of my dreams", I began to piece my life back together. At first I thought I would die without June, but it all took time to change everything. I attended therapy and counsiling. I could not have done it without my family and friends who were very supportive.
Now, I had moved on to new responsibilities and greater aspirations. More independent and happy I had become. All thanks to my supportive family and understanding friends and my courage to be honest.
Kelvin
Believe it or not, based on a true story.
As time goes by, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes.....
Regret.
