Growing up, I was always the quiet and indecisive one. I did what I was told, never really went out, and definitely did not party. It was not until senior year that I did something against my parents' wishes. I was the baby of three girls, I was in marching band, all gifted classes and held down a job. Except it was that year when things changed. I met this guy who struck my fancy for a while and he was a great guy. But after a while, I got bored.
When we broke up, I let my inner wild child loose.
When I went to college that fall, I went crazy. I let the freedom get to me. I went out on Wednesday nights, skipped my calculus class, and was not being as good of a girl as I used to be. The next summer, I met two different guys. One at a house party, the other through a new guy friend interested in my best friend. Let's just say I chose wrong. I chose the bad boy
. I chose the one who would eventually break my heart.
He had piercings, smoked, and drove way too fast. When I was with him, I wasn't the good girl. I felt wild and like I could do anything.
Once the summer started winding down, he broke my heart. While it took a long time for the pieces to mend, he taught me so many things about myself. He helped me realize that I am actually stronger than I thought. I learned to have a voice and make choices for things that I want. While it did not work out with him, it helped me in the end because now that I am older and have met a good guy, I know that I want something more with it.
Being with the bad boy was like a drug high, so good but you knew that the crash would be imminent and painful. Did any of you ever choose the bad boy?