I Wish I Could Just Hate Him.

    We fought in a rather public setting. Maybe if I weren’t so mad I would have been embarrassed. He told me he went behind my back and confronted a mutual friend about the guy’s inappropriate behavior to me. I had specifically told him not to speak to the guy, that I could handle myself.

     I was so mad. I told him I wasn’t a baby. Surprised, he said he thought I would be pleased. I was ready to punch him in the face. Rather condescendingly, he told me to not make a scene…

    In a fit of anger, I said some words you should never say to a priest (or anyone really). I walked away from him. I couldn’t stand to be near him for one more minute. Most of the night consisted of me sitting with my friends and ignoring him entirely. Every one in a while our eyes would meet. Then, I would proceed to talk to the nearest person he disapproved of.

    He left early. But, before he did he said, “I don’t want to fight anymore. You look beautiful, this is your night, be happy. You deserve it.” With those words he left. I folded my arms across my chest, and I said goodbye.

    Still, I can't be mad at him. I wish I didn't see him everywhere I went. We care too much. I want to stop caring.
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18-21, F
May 14, 2012