It Happened To Me: Every Best Friend 's Dream
When I left college for the summer last semester, I did not expect or plan for life to turn out the way it did. It was as if I had no control over my own destiny, which if you knew me, you would know that didn’t go over so well. As May turned into June and June turned into July, first semester billing had arrived. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the statement. I owed six thousand dollars. This was after my scholarships and taking out maximum loans. I could get more if I had my father cosign, but that was not an option either one of us were willing to take. So I informed my dad that maybe it was time for me to consider switching schools. Unfortunately, by the time I arrived at this decision school had already started and my best bet was to take online classes. I hated this option because I didn’t want to stay at the house. That was the same house my mother had passed away in two years prior. So my best friend mom gave me the best solution that I had heard in years. She offered me the chance to move in with her, while I did my schooling for the semester. What I thought was a dream come true, was my own absolute hell.
Right before I moved in some truths, came to light. It turns out that our parents were dating. I was all for it. I truly believed my dad deserved to be happy. We were the only ones who knew about it because they were trying to be sneaky, but I had got a hold of my dads phone one morning when the text came in. It was talking about how last night was great, that they enjoyed kissing each other, and how they still had a smile on their face. I couldn’t tell anyone because he didn’t know I knew and I knew the outcome wo...
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...that moment I realized she cared nothing about how many people she hurt. She only cared about if they did exactly what she wanted. That same day I texted my older brothers wife.
I told her everything that had occurred up until that point and asked her to get me the hell out of there. I wasn’t going to tell her mom or my dad when I was leaving or where I was going. I figured since they decided they could make decisions without me, I could make it without them. I talked to my friend and she swore she understood and that she was okay with it. I don’t think she was because lately when I send a text, I get a one word or letter response. I never thought it could happen to me, but it did. In the span of one week, I finished moving in with my best friend, moved out, and lost an almost five year friendship. Every best friends dream had become my living breathing nightmare.
So after dinner, I went and grabbed my laptop to search for a cheaper alternative. Wake Tech Community College appeared in the search results and I started looking at the financial aid section. I soon discovered that there are several options that will work with our family’s budget. At this point, I became very excited and yelled down the hallway “Daddy!” he walks in my room and I say “go get your 1040 forms, I am eligible for financial aid at WTCC and I can stay home with you.” He shouted “this is the best news ever” while he ran to grab the forms. We then got started right away on the long list of
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I sat across the table from my dad while he stared at me with a disbelieving look on his face. My mom sat to the right of me with tears in her eyes. She could see my pain as well as my dads, and she knew the war that was about to start between my own father and me. My brother sat to the left of me making comments that only made the situation worse. I could feel myself dying inside as my heart began to break. I had no idea how to deal with the situation that I had gotten myself into. My new boyfriend was mixed in races, and my dad was totally against it. I sat there crying while trying to make him understand, saying things like, "Dad, he's a person not a color." But, it was like talking to a brick wall. My dad was brought up with the belief that races do not mix under any circumstances. I did not realize that dating someone whom was not completely of my race would tear my dad and I apart. We had talked about it before, but I did not think he would react the way that he did. The words and fights that followed tore me apart. I went from being near perfect in my fathers eyes to being a "spoiled, selfish brat" whom supposedly only cared about myself. I could not believe those words were coming out of my dad's mouth. Things got so bad that I did everything I could to stay away from home for as long as I could. I even tried to move out. I got yelled at every time I walked through the door. I went from being great to not being able to do anything right, and it all happened over night. To make things worse, some of my friends started to look at me in different ways too. If I wasn't around, they would say things like, "I can't believe Lori is a nigger lover." Others talked about me and said what I was doing was immoral.
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