12 Days Of Learning From My Exes: Day 1.
I am all for taking every experience, and learning something, good or bad, from it. So for Christmas I am going to reflect on all the good, and bad, things I have learned about myself, and other people. And what better way to narrow it down then to focus on only the lessons I have learned from the people I deemed important enough to be in a relationship with. Think "The 12 Days Of Christmas", but ex addition.
Disclaimer: I am not one to hold any grudges. Anything & everything that happened with the following persons is nothing but a good memory, or a fun story to tell. I care deeply for all of my exes, and they will always hold a tiny piece of my heart. ALL OF THEM.
"On The First Day Of Christmas My First Ex Gave To Me.."
My very first boyfriend ever was Ethan *blank* in the seventh grade. The thing that drew me to him was that he was funny, which I have learned is something that is very important to me. He was the kind of guy who got along with everybody, from every type of "clique", so I quickly became friends with him when he was assigned the seat next to me in our science class.
(Quick pause, because I just realized this.. why is it always the Science class where the guy and girl are partnered together, or assigned a seat next to each other, and then they miraculously end up together? Seriously. It's always Science. Is there some kind of Biology thing that no one ever taught us?)
Anywho, back to Ethan and I. Things were fine with us, probably because we were twelve years old, and didn't know what we were doing. Nothing really changed, until my friends found out. Now, I just want to point out that I KNOW that what they were doing was mean, and I'm sure they did too... And Ethan, if you ever read this just know that I got VERY angry at them for this, and I am so sorry. So, Ethan was a pretty big kid in middle school, and I, of course, am very tiny, so my friends just found it pretty funny to see us together. They started putting up their thumb and their pinky fingers next to each other, to describe us. I like to think I have a really good sense of humor, but I did find it pretty offensive, mainly because it wasn't just a one time thing, they did it all the time.
I would like to say that we broke up just because it wasn't really going anywhere, and we were just good friends, and decided to stay that way, and also because we were just kids. I do believe that for these reasons, we would have broken up anyway, but I would be lying if I said that was the only reason why I ended it, and that the things my friends were saying hadn't gotten to me. Either way, it ended after only about a month, but we continued to be friends, which I was happy about, because I thoroughly enjoyed talking to him.
Fast forward to junior and senior year of high school. Ethan was still big, but in a more fit way. He was on the football team. Still friends with everyone. To say the least, he had grown into someone that no one would crack jokes about. Although we had grown apart after seventh grade due to never having a class together again, we still shared polite "hello"'s and waves while passing each other in the hallway. Today he is off somewhere in the Air Force, and only occasionally does he show up in my life as a simple "like" on Facebook.
In conclusion: My time with Ethan taught me that, despite how much I don't want it to, my thoughts and opinions can be changed by the people I choose to surround myself with. I am also reminded every time I think about him, that the person on the inside is truly what matters, because what you see on the outside can always change, depending on that persons choices.
xoxo~
