The following post is written by a Twitter friend, Nicole. Nicole really brightens up the Twittersphere and is loved my so many! I am honored to have her write for me. On Twitter she is @Kitterztoo and you can also visit her extremely open and honest blog here.
In high school, I wanted someone to love me. I didn’t feel loved by my parents, and I so desperately wanted to be loved by anyone. More importantly boys, of course. The first guy to say he loved me, had my heart. I soon discovered that the only way to keep that first guy was to have sex with him. I didn’t think very much of myself and it pained me to be rejected or ignored by guys. I wound up accepting whomever would have me as a girlfriend. I learned to tolerate and even think I deserved abuse from them. My first three boyfriends treated me horribly either through emotional or physical abuse. To add insult to injury, they told everyone what they were doing to me. I felt I deserved it and kept coming back for more.
When those guys graduated, I had a year left in high school. I was desperately seeking anyone that would love me. I chased after guys I hoped would treat me better. Eventually, I gave up trying. I figured I wasn’t worth being loved. I thought for sure I would just be alone forever. I gave up. By this time I was punishing myself for being lower than dirt by self-injuring. I hid my emotions behind a bitch exterior. Nothing could affect or bother me that way. I remember one guy showing an interest in me, so I took a chance and wrote my feelings to him in a note. What I didn’t know, is he passed that note around to all of his friends and cracked jokes about how he got a “senior” around his finger. Luckily, he did not make it to the boyfriend stage.
Marching band season started up, and after a football game I’d performed at, I changed and went to my car to head home. One guy happened to be out in the parking lot leaning against the hood of my car. I recognized him immediately. Phil was a friend of my best friend, but I had no idea why in the world he was hanging out by my car. I was so stunned by him being there, that I don’t really remember much of what he had to say. He did ask me out though. I was shocked. I wasn’t pursuing him, wasn’t chasing after his affection, and I didn’t see it coming. Something in his eyes seemed different, genuine. Hell, I think I was more confused as to why he would even remotely be interested in me. As he shut the door to my car, my brain was swirling with thoughts. I don’t think I quit smiling for the whole drive home.
That was the beginning of our relationship. Phil was so kind, funny, and he even stood up to my mother. That took guts since my parents made Mommy Dearest look like the Snuggle Fabric Softener Bear. When I started feeling like sex was the only thing that would keep him interested, I asked why he hadn’t pushed it with me. He said that it if it happened eventually, it would be a bonus, but that wasn’t the main reason he was with me. I also asked him, “Why me? Why are you interested in me?” Phil saw the note that got passed around that I’d written a month earlier. He thought, essentially, there were feelings behind the bitch exterior. He’d found me behind my wall of protection, and liked that side of me.
Phil and I were together about a year. He treated me with the utmost respect. I truly felt loved and cared about. He showed me I was worthy of love and kindness. I could say anything and not be afraid. He treated me like a lady and I loved him for that. He had a wicked sense of humor and made me laugh a lot. When I was in a car accident, he was there for me. When my parents beat the hell out of me, he was there to allow me to cry on his shoulder. I realized this is what love should be and how I should be treated. When we finally did have sex, I felt so loved and attractive. I never regretted that decision ever. Phil was amazing. He sort of was like the character, Lloyd Dobbler in the movie “Say Anything”. He’d be the one who could say, “I can’t figure it all out tonight, sir, so I’m just gonna hang with your daughter.”
When I left for college, it sort of ended our relationship. I won’t go into why the relationship ended because that’s not the point. That’s now how I remember him or what we had. Phil would become the template I would measure other guys against. I don’t think he ever knew that fact. In college, I knew I deserved all the things he gave me. He showed me I didn’t have to compromise when it came to being treated with respect. He opened my eyes to the beginning of self-worth. In fact, when I met my future husband, I looked for the same qualities Phil had. He had to be sensitive, humorous, and above all, I had to feel safe. Even to this day, I choose friends with that same “template”. Ironically, just when I was thinking about him a few months ago, he sent a friend invite to me on Facebook. I thought I’d never hear from him again, but it’s strange how positive people you think about from your past have a way of finding you. Phil was my first “click” moment, and because of that I can’t thank him enough. He has meant more to me than he’ll ever know. So, Phil, thank you.