Practice Final! Essay #9

Love Sucks!
Growing up and becoming a teenager is one of the worst times in life. It’s fun at first because you get to actually grow up and do things that you can’t do when you’re younger, but in reality it sucks. I was excited to grow up and be able to date and do all the fun things that go along with falling in love. Once I got there though it became a disaster, and I learnt a lot of hard truths that I never thought I would ever learn or accept.
Going into high school as a freshman and not knowing anyone was like fresh meat to a dinosaur. I was young, shy, and gullible. When you’re fifteen and somebody tells you that they love you, you believe it. Me being fifteen and all, and being shy I totally fell for the big ole “L” word, it was one of the worst mistakes I ever did. There was this boy who I was totally head over heals for. He was everything that a girl my age could ever want. He was amazing and hot, I thought he was nice and caring, and actually cared about me, but in the end I found out that is not what he cared about. All he wanted was the thing that rude, ignorant, stupid boys want.
It was April and I met this boy out to the Chester pits. He was a dirt biking dude, and I thought it was totally hot. We hung out for a while and he acted like he cared about me and he was super nice. After a couple of weeks we ended up becoming a couple. I was that happy stupid girl who didn’t want to mess anything up, so I did exactly what I shouldn’t have done. At first we had a lot of fun together, everything was great. I had everything that I exactly wanted, ad least I thought I did. In the beginning we got along great, he was nice, and I was in paradise. He always wanted to be with me, and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Our relationship was amazing. We laughed together, cried together, and did everything together. But something ended up happening, and everything that we knew completely changed.
One day I can remember just everything changing. He was turning to out to be a complete asshole. I couldn’t do anything right in his eyes. He would call me fat all the time, and a lot of other ignorant names. I didn’t pay any attention to it, because I didn’t want to loose him because he was my first love. I let him say anything that he wanted to say to me, just because he had me convinced that I needed him. He would make up stupid things that he would supposable hear from others, but truthfully everything he said never happened. He lied all the time, and would say “Someone I know saw you with another guy.” When I told him that it wasn’t true he would yell at me and call me a whore. I stopped caring and let him believe what he wanted to believe. I knew that the time for us to break up was coming up, because I was getting tired of being treated like shit. Towards the end of it, I purposely started fights with him just so maybe he would just break up with me, but he wouldn’t. I did things that he didn’t want me to, so I could try to make him mad, but that didn’t work either. I ended up finally getting the nerve to break up with him, and when I did, oh boy it wasn’t pretty. He yelled and screamed at me for the longest time. He’d keep calling me until I would finally pick up, and sit there and say shit just to make me cry. It was ridiculous.
I can remember when I was hanging out with one of my friends and he came down and told me I was leaving with him. I thought that maybe him and I could talk and try to work things out, but the first thing that he said to me when I got in the car was “you’re a whore.” I knew that nothing was ever going to get better. I cried all the time with and without him because I just didn’t know what to do. I was young and didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. My parents and friends told me in the beginning how he looked to be, but I just thought that they were saying that because they didn’t want me to be happy. I ended up learning the truth about him, and having the worst relationship. I was afraid to love again for the longest time, and was so afraid of getting my heart broken.
I eventually found someone who treated me like I should be treated. It took me along time to figure out how that other guy was, but I eventually learnt the truth the hard way. I also learnt that my parents and friends weren’t trying to make me unhappy; they were trying to protect me so I wouldn’t get my heart broken. Loved sucked at that time, until I met someone last year; who isn’t a dick to me. He has taught me so many things, and we are going to be starting a life together. Having to learn the truth the hard way sucked, but it lead me to right where I needed to be, with him.