2016
Okay, so lets talk about what happened after Danny, or as my readers would remember him as "Dawson".
I spent quite some time being single and just having fun with my friends. I was just enjoying my twenties as much as I could. I never wrote about Max in my previous blog, but he was a very good friend who I had strong feelings for, even when I was dating Danny but too afraid to leave him. Max was special to me because he helped me get through some very tough days.
Now, like I said I wont get into detail about some things, and Max is one of them. I am choosing to hold that story near and dear to my heart. My closest friends know our whole story, but not everyone needs to know that.
To help you sort of understand where this chapter in my life is heading..
I waited a long time to have a chance to date Max, and when I say a long time, I mean a LONG TIME. He was one of the kindest people I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. I did get my chance, and it was everything I hoped it would be. Unfortunately, that same night Max was killed in a car accident on his way home from being in Pittsburgh with me and a couple of our friends.
I wont tell you about that night, because its my memory to keep in my mind and heart. I was the very last person who saw him smile.
Getting that phone call the next day is something that's etched in my brain and will forever hurt.
All of the progress I had made after my recovery from depression just sort of went away. I went back into a pretty dark place.
I had blamed myself for that night. I spent countless minutes asking myself why or what if.
I spent the better part of the next year in a bottle, spending most of my nights with a guy who didn't respect me and I'm pretty sure was bipolar. Let's call him B.
Finding someone to care about me was always something I was in search of when in reality I just needed to care about myself again. Lucky for me, after spending 10 months with B, he just completely stopped talking to me one day. I never heard from him or got an explanation. Until a couple weeks later I had saw he got into a relationship with another girl and then it made sense. Most people would at least break things off. He didn't. I never even received an apology for how it was handled. But I guess that's what I get for wasting time on yet another asshole.
Not knowing then what I do today, when he left me for that girl, that was the single greatest thing that has ever happened to me. You'll find out why later.
--Jlynn
I spent quite some time being single and just having fun with my friends. I was just enjoying my twenties as much as I could. I never wrote about Max in my previous blog, but he was a very good friend who I had strong feelings for, even when I was dating Danny but too afraid to leave him. Max was special to me because he helped me get through some very tough days.
Now, like I said I wont get into detail about some things, and Max is one of them. I am choosing to hold that story near and dear to my heart. My closest friends know our whole story, but not everyone needs to know that.
To help you sort of understand where this chapter in my life is heading..
I waited a long time to have a chance to date Max, and when I say a long time, I mean a LONG TIME. He was one of the kindest people I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. I did get my chance, and it was everything I hoped it would be. Unfortunately, that same night Max was killed in a car accident on his way home from being in Pittsburgh with me and a couple of our friends.
I wont tell you about that night, because its my memory to keep in my mind and heart. I was the very last person who saw him smile.
Getting that phone call the next day is something that's etched in my brain and will forever hurt.
All of the progress I had made after my recovery from depression just sort of went away. I went back into a pretty dark place.
I had blamed myself for that night. I spent countless minutes asking myself why or what if.
I spent the better part of the next year in a bottle, spending most of my nights with a guy who didn't respect me and I'm pretty sure was bipolar. Let's call him B.
Finding someone to care about me was always something I was in search of when in reality I just needed to care about myself again. Lucky for me, after spending 10 months with B, he just completely stopped talking to me one day. I never heard from him or got an explanation. Until a couple weeks later I had saw he got into a relationship with another girl and then it made sense. Most people would at least break things off. He didn't. I never even received an apology for how it was handled. But I guess that's what I get for wasting time on yet another asshole.
Not knowing then what I do today, when he left me for that girl, that was the single greatest thing that has ever happened to me. You'll find out why later.
--Jlynn
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