A story about myself…

YOU LIVE AND LEARN

My boyfriend is a senior in High School, back in my home town. I miss him a lot and I go back to visit him often, especially when I first left for college at Wayne State.

At the end of September I went to spend the weekend with him. We had nothing planned for the weekend. Our only plans were to spend every minute of the weekend together. I got there Saturday morning and I was so happy to see him in front of me, and he was just a happy to see me. All day Saturday we sat and talked, enjoyed each others company, and I took advantage of home cooked meals. All we did that day was sit in his room and watch football, eat food, and make fun of each other while talking. The day was great and his company made me forget all of my stresses.

The day went on, and soon the sun was falling behind the horizon. “What do you want to do tonight?” he asked me. That was the big question of the night. Neither one of us had much money and I hadn’t seen my friends for awhile, so we called our mutual friends. We asked if they all had plans, and they told us that we could just all hang out together. We met the guys in our small town and followed them onto a country road. We followed our friends down a minimum maintenance road and parked there next to them. They pulled the beer out of there trunk and we all cracked one open. We drank some and talked a lot, a couple hours later we got into our vehicles and drove to a different spot, and drank and talked some more. The evening started out warm, but now the cool wind was getting to my skin.

Since I was the only girl that night, they guys all tried to watch over me, and they all noticed that I was cold. They weren’t going to let me be chilled for the night, so they decided to go back to one of the guy’s homes. So, once again we got into our vehicles and drove. We got to his house, unloaded our alcohol, and started to drink again. We talked and joked, and somewhere along the way I said something that ticked off my boyfriend.

I didn’t know he was mad or offended about what I said, and all he said is “we are leaving, now.” I didn’t want to leave at the moment, I was having fun, and it wasn’t even that late. I told him that I wasn’t leaving, and that he could leave if he really wanted to. It turned into a huge fight since we were drunk. We ended up screaming at each other in front of all of our friends, and I told him to leave.

That was the biggest mistake, the dumbest thing I could have said. He left. He walked out the door. A couple minutes later, he called, begging me to come outside to talk with him alone. I yelled and told him, I was staying and that was all there was to it.

I stayed there for awhile longer, until one of my boyfriends friend came to talk to me. He told me that my boyfriend had just got into an accident. We drove to the scene of the accident where police surrounded the area, as well as an ambulance and firetruck. Nothing was still, everything seemed like a dream, I don’t know if it was shock or the alcohol. My boyfriend was fine, even though he was going seventy on a gravel road and ran himself into a pole. I got there in time to watch him being handcuffed, as his mother watched too. He was sent off to jail, receiving a DUI and loosing much of the communities respect. I was lucky enough not to be charged with an MIP, and not to loose my boyfriend that night.

I still have the images in my head, of him, my parents, how much alcohol I had to drink, and my 2001 Alero wrapped around a pole.

Happy Valentines Day!

Valentines is coming soon, make sure you have bought something for your sweetie!