There were subtle digs, always said under his breath so that our friends didn’t hear them, coupled with threats. They were so subtle that I couldn’t tell the intent much of the time—was I just being sensitive, as I often was, or were they actually meant to be negative? Were they meant to hurt? Undermine? Often, it was hard to tell, and I was the only one who’d heard them, so I’d dismiss it as unimportant.
And the jealousy. I couldn’t even share notes with a male classmate without engendering his rage. If I spoke to another guy on campus, he’d scream and yell, threaten to break up with me. Threaten to leave me. And I didn’t want to lose my first serious boyfriend, the boy I’d lost my virginity to. I imparted more weight to it than it should have had, gave it more power than it deserved. I was terrified that he would break up with me, which I think he knew. Of course he knew.
There were subtle digs, always said under his breath so that our friends didn’t hear them, coupled with threats. They were so subtle that I couldn’t tell the intent much of the time—was I just being sensitive, as I often was, or were they actually meant to be negative? Were they meant to hurt? Undermine? Often, it was hard to tell, and I was the only one who’d heard them, so I’d dismiss it as unimportant.And the jealousy. I couldn’t even share notes with a male classmate without engendering his rage. If I spoke to another guy on campus, he’d scream and yell, threaten to break up with me. Threaten to leave me. And I didn’t want to lose my first serious boyfriend, the boy I’d lost my virginity to. I imparted more weight to it than it should have had, gave it more power than it deserved. I was terrified that he would break up with me, which I think he knew. Of course he knew.
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