My First Broken Heart

Chris and I were considered a power couple in Jr. High School. Meaning we were together more then 1 year, almost 2. We were one of two couples that had made that 1 year mark. I was pretty proud of myself considering our relationship was VERY rocky and unhealthy at times.

I won’t and don’t want to go through the details of our two years together, there are some stories that I wish to bury in my brain forever. Needless to say we were getting older and our relationship was just not fun anymore.

The end came when I heard a rumor that this other boy liked me. My stomach did back flips knowing another boy liked me and that maybe there was more out there. Deep down I really liked this other boy and wanted to go out with him.

During a fight on the phone, I let it slip that I heard someone else liked me and that I liked them too. I then let it out that I wanted out of our relationship. I was not brave when I said this, I was crying the whole time. He slammed the phone down on me and that was the end of that.

The next few days I regretted us breaking up and called Chris a few times to go back out with me. I wore my scrubbiest sweat shirts, dingiest jeans, no makeup and red stained eyes to school for that week to show how miserable I was. That ended when I heard a rumor that he told people HE broke up with me! The pathetic appearance was gone soon after that and I moved on.

Peer pressure, teenage gossip and the roller coaster of teenage love was the result of our breakup. Sadly, Chris and I never remained friends after the breakup. Too many bitter words were spoken during that time. Mostly these words were said because of our broken hearts.

A funny thing about our breakup, I never did go out with that boy who liked me. It just seemed to open my eyes to other opportunities that were out there. I never even tried to date that other boy because I was enjoying the single life. I was soon busy hanging out with new friends, playing sports in school and finding a part time job.

Got my first real job!

I was 15 ½ when I decided to get my first real job. I was tired of asking for money from my Mom and Dad. I needed to make my own money now. So I got my working papers (you need to be 16 to work in Massachusetts unless you get working papers) and applied at Brighams down the street. A few days later I got a call that I could start next week as a waitress! I was estatic.

My work uniform was an apron with the Brighams logo and a plan maroon polo shirt. I couldn’t be prouder to wear it. I was quickly trained how to scoop the ice cream properly into sugar cones, make frappes, milkshakes and sundaes. Once a few of my friends heard about my first job they applied too. So going to work was like hanging out after school.

Want to know what the best part of the job was???

ALL THE FREE ICE CREAM I COULD EAT!!

Lets just say, I quickly gained 10lbs.

For $5.25 an hour plus tips, I was able to open my first savings account. I was also able to save up for my first car!