Turn for the Worse - By The Wife

Okay, for the record, I loved Sara. She rocked.  However, the "one that got away" as he so boldly put it, eventually shaved her head and became a drug addict that oddly resembled Robin Tunney ala Empire Records.

Oh and for the record, Matt's bloody nose fiasco was hilarious. I laughed for about ten minutes. I could have peed myself I laughed so hard. My poor giant monkey of a boyfriend wanted a fight, and the bully everyone was looking for was my best friend, the girl who loved Matt more than anything, crying in a corner. He'd never go out with her now, right? Yeah, right. And I won't even get started on Tara. Not yet anyways. She's a part of his story, and right now, this is mine:

Other than the fact that I had been humiliated at the dance by my overly romantic boyfriend, I wore the ring and tried to get on with my life. Other than the moments I saw Matt in the hallways and at the dance, I had moved on from my over the top dream, and so did Molly as a matter of fact. She found a new boyfriend that looked like a sickly homeless person with a heroin addiction. We called him Eric. I hated him. He smelled terrible, but he and Molly loved each other the moment their braces got stuck together in a dark closet.

Both of our boyfriends lived in the same neighborhood, so Molly and I would sneak out at night from her house, and go our separate ways. She would crawl into Eric's basement and I would go to the local park and hang out with Justin. Were were all young and stupid, and that's the excuse I'll use for now. It was the life, or what we thought life should be. Forced happiness, or perhaps settling for middle ground. It was during this period in our relationship where things took a terrible turn for the worse.

Justin and I made it through the big events. The Dance, the awkward too early proposal, the meeting of the parents and even our first fight. Of course, our first fight wasn't like any first fight I had ever had with a boyfriend before, or since then. Justin was a big guy, ready to brawl with another guy for any excuse. So when Emmy's boyfriend made her cry and began spreading rumors that she was sleeping around, Justin lept into action. He had been in a few fights previous to this, and was warned by the school that one more and he was expelled. I was not going to be the girl who's bad boy went a little too bad and now she had to wait around for him to return to her from the world of expulsion.

Justin approached Emmy's boyfriend, with Molly in the background comforting our wounded friend. I rushed after Justin who was already calling out to his targeted victim. I had forgot one major detail about my current boyfriend: he had blackouts. When angered, Justin lashed out violently, and woke anywhere from minutes to hours later, having no recollection of what happened. So when I reached for him, taking hold of his arm, begging him not to fight, I felt a scourge of fire flow through my face the likes I had never felt before. My body flew across the pavement and I felt my back slam against the brick wall behind me. Everything looked blurry and almost instantly my cheek began to swell and ache.

Molly lept into action. She wore steel toed boots for a reason, and within moments, a swift kick to Justin's groin and he was down for the count. Molly however didn't see that as a reason to stop kicking, and she did until security guards pulled her off. Justin was expelled of course, though when he woke he didn't know why. I was sent to the nurses station where I remained for the rest of the day, confused as to what happened.

I fully understand that I was not in an abusive relationship, not to begin with. Justin truly didn't mean to hit me. That time. But I stayed with him, and now I was filled with anger. I pushed him to breaking points, testing the waters to see how hot they could get. I wanted him to fight me, and I wanted to fight back. It only ever happened a few more times, usually occurring as the first time did. Justin became angry, and I would step in the way, take the blow meant for someone else. I would fight back too; fight my heart out until Molly had to pull me off of him instead of the other way around. Our breakup was messy, and miserable. We agreed to take a break because we shouldn't be dating anyone, both of us as screwed up as we were. And then, I saw him in the hallway with another girl, and I confronted him.

Certainly his public proposal had been out of what he considered to be love, and my confrontation was out of hate and anger, and I felt that he deserved a little humiliation too.

"What the heck Justin!?" I remember shouting and then suddenly my senses came to me.

"You know what? Never mind. I'm done with you." I said, washing my hands of him. I turned and looked to the small framed shy girl at his side, pegging her as my exact opposite and my replacement all the same. I took a moment to publically shame his manhood in front of his new girlfriend and immediately began spreading rumors that he was incapable of pleasing a woman. Hell hath no fury.

I stormed off into the sunset so to speak, and Molly, with a smirk on her face, stood, looked at Justin and said, "And . . . . yeah!" And proceeded to follow me.

It didn't take long for me to get over the breakup, and Molly convinced me that I needed to set my sights higher. I knew what I wanted, but could never achieve. I wanted Matt. He was my high sights. My ultimate goal. But my timing was awful. Molly and Eric were on the last leg of their relationship and she was seconds away from breaking up with him.

Like the good friends we were, Emmy and I approached Matt with multiple questions, firing at random.

"Are you single?" She asked him.

"Umm . . . yes." He replied, probably wondering why we had interrupted his lunch.

"Because Molly's single now too you know." I added. Matt looked confused.

"See, she's breaking up with Eric like right now." Emmy said as we began to corner him.

"You should ask her out." I insisted. I wanted Molly to be happy of course, and as a plus, it meant that I would get to see Matt a whole lot more.

"Alright," He agreed. "I'll ask her out later."

"Why not now?" I said. After all, Molly had been waiting months for him right?

"Because," He said. "I like to give a girl time to grieve over her past relationship. There's a respect that needs to be kept."

I was in awe of him. He was a gentleman too. "What like two weeks?" I asked.

"Mmm, more like a day. I'll do it tomorrow." He said casually.