Rough Love Transition

I remember a time a while ago just months before I arrived to Stony Brook for my 1st year of college. I was in the finishing stages of a relationship I had with my elementary school sweet heart. There was a young romance since we were in 4th grade but we made it official in high school. We were convinced we were the one for each other but as life teaches us young romances are naive and almost always end. The issues we began to have overtime outweighed the good times and as a result I was looking for an out.I was given that "out" while working a summer job. I met a young lady who seemed to offer me everything I was being deprived of by my sweetheart. With that meeting I slowly transitioned to my new love unknown to my sweetheart.

The choice to make such a transition was a difficult one that I never thought I'd have to make.My sweetheart had sensed the change but I denied her intuition. Eventually though I couldn't hold it in and I'd confessed that I'd moved on. I expected their to be anger on her part but came about in the following days was something In never expected. My sweetheart and I remained friends while I began my new relationship but I know now my lingering contact with her was huge mistake. One day while hanging out with my now ex-sweetheart my new love had called me but my phone was on its last bit of battery. The ex-sweetheart had somehow knew it was her replacement on the other end of my phone and got belligerent in a tone that upset my new love. Somehow my phone was taken and my ex had retrieved my new love interest phone number just before my phone died and disabled me from calling back and making my case. Luckily I had a case quarter and saw a pay phone so I called to assess the damage. I had found out that my ex called my new love and bashed my character something awful and essentially left me at the mercy of my new girlfriend. After sweet talking and convincing I'd saved my self and the new relationship.

Never did I think the transition from one love to another would be so rough and dramatic, but in retrospect it was a learning experience and a good story for my children and those who decide to read this blog. I can look back and laugh at the occurrence now but at the time I found myself nervous and vulnerable. I hope that we all can experience a "rough love transition" at sometime in life.