hunterjones
5th Sep 2007, 09:28 PM
At the ripe age of fifteen I fell in love with the most beautiful person and realized that I had been living a lie and hated myself for it.
I wanted to come out but he insisted we both stay in the closet. I was angry to tell you the truth. I was ready to be me and out and honest and true, but all he wanted was to hide away. So I came out without him knowing, and coming from a small town everyone found out of course and he got mad at me. But that was okay he got over it and realized I was right.
However, my friends weren't as understanding. They stopped talking to us both and I felt alone, even from him because he blamed me for everything which now I see he had every right to do. SO he let me be and I let him be and we moved in together. With no one talking to us, dodging our eyes in the coffee shop where we would regularily go, at school where i was without him having people look right through me.
We left and he cheated and I was devastated. I tried to kill myslef but failed (thank goodness) and delved deeply into poetry, where I met myself for the very first time.
The friends who ignored and forgot me began to come around but I felt so hurt and betrayed that I couldn't trust them any longe and I got brand new friends and I have not looked back on that until today. Five years later and it seems like forever.
I wanted to come out but he insisted we both stay in the closet. I was angry to tell you the truth. I was ready to be me and out and honest and true, but all he wanted was to hide away. So I came out without him knowing, and coming from a small town everyone found out of course and he got mad at me. But that was okay he got over it and realized I was right.
However, my friends weren't as understanding. They stopped talking to us both and I felt alone, even from him because he blamed me for everything which now I see he had every right to do. SO he let me be and I let him be and we moved in together. With no one talking to us, dodging our eyes in the coffee shop where we would regularily go, at school where i was without him having people look right through me.
We left and he cheated and I was devastated. I tried to kill myslef but failed (thank goodness) and delved deeply into poetry, where I met myself for the very first time.
The friends who ignored and forgot me began to come around but I felt so hurt and betrayed that I couldn't trust them any longe and I got brand new friends and I have not looked back on that until today. Five years later and it seems like forever.