I am going to tell you guys a story about a time that negatively affects me still, to this day, mostly because I need to get over it, but also because I need to practice typing to get my WPM up.
So, it was April of 2015 and I was 18-years-old. At the time, I was dealing with some really severe depression and anxiety. I was dating this guy. I am changing his name for reasons that will become blatantly obvious as the story progresses. We’ll call him Tim.
Tim and I had been together for a little while. He knew about my condition (I am bipolar and was going through an all time low with the depression and such). He made me happy though and would come visit me at my house a lot. He lived an hour away for a long time, and then he moved three hours away so when he came to visit he would usually stay all day.
My brother Shane got invited to go to a graduation party of a girl he knew. We’ll call her Alex. Alex’s party was a formal, with tuxedos and big, fancy dresses. I wasn’t going to go but Shane and Tim convinced me that it would be fun and that I could get dressed up and meet some new friends. Get out of the house for a few hours, at least. Plus, him and his friend and my boyfriend all needed a ride.
Okay, I thought. This is going to be fun. I just happened to have a formal gown that I wore in my other brother’s wedding the previous October. So I got ready. I did my hair and my makeup for the first time in months. I put on this gorgeous purple gown. We all load up in the car and head that way. It was an hour drive, maybe a little more.
So we arrive at this formal party. We were a little late but people were still showing up at the same time we were. Shane and his friend walk inside. Tim and I are walking behind them about 60ft.
I see this skinny blonde woman step outside. Tim whispers that that is his aunt (we’ll call her Teresa). I had never met her before. She spots us and looks my way. I smile at her and she does not smile back. Instead, she does the opposite and scowls at me and then at him. She starts walking our way and we are stopped just before we go inside.
“I thought I told you not to bring HER!” she said angrily, in a hushed tone. She didn’t acknowledge me for a minute. Tim muttered something under his breath about my brother bringing me, but I didn’t quite catch it.
“Were YOU invited?” she interrogated.
“I.. well, my brother was,” I said. At these types of events, typically the whole family is invited, not just one person, so that feelings don’t get hurt.
“But were YOU personally invited?” she hissed at me.
“Well, no, but...”
“Well you should not have come then,” she cut me off. “There’s not enough food for you to have any. We didn’t plan on you coming. You were not invited.”
She finally moved out of the way for us to go inside the building. At that point, I was already feeling that burning sensation in my eyes that you get when you know you’re about to cry but you’re holding it back. I didn’t want my makeup to run. Tim asked me if I was okay. I lied and said yes.
I found the most empty table I could find. Tim left to go get something to drink. I sat at that table the whole party and just cried. I got tears on my dress. My mascara ran. My eyeliner was smeared. I didn’t touch any food. People I knew came up to me and asked me if I was okay. I would tell them what happened and cry some more. They kept bringing me food and cake but I would not touch it in fear that I would offend Alex. In reality there was more than enough food for everyone there. A lot ended up getting thrown away.
At the end of the night, I spoke to Alex. I introduced myself as Shane’s sister and she was so happy I came. I didn’t tell her what happened. I just told her that her graduation party was fun.
Then we left.
To this day, that still makes me cry. Tim and I broke up a few short months later. It had a lot to do with the fact that I could not ever imagine calling THAT woman family one day.
So the end. That’s the story of a time that really messed me up. Thanks for reading.