I've decided that each Friday, I will try and tell a story about myself. Some may be interesting, some may not be and I will try my best to make it the former. So here we go...
This morning I was on the bus and for some reason I flashbacked to the age of 7 to this one specific incident.
Someone I knew (I'll name her Maria) was out on a date with her boyfriend (we'll call him Fred). Little did she know that the other guy that she was seeing, Abe, was spying on her outside of her apartment building. Abe found out she had been dating someone else and he was destroyed by this news. Abe really loved Maria and wanted to be with her always and forever. He was such a great guy. He would buy her anything she desired, he cooked for her and he loved her daughter. It was a perfect situation. However, Maria was a party girl. She liked to break the rules; she liked to play with fire. Well, sometimes when you play with fire, you can get burned.
Abe was sitting outside waiting for Maria to come home with this other guy. He waited for hours. I remember it was a cold night. I felt bad for him because I knew his heart was breaking and he hoped the rumors were not true.
Now Fred was a terrible person. He was no good for Maria. He took advantage of her innocents and treated her like any other. He did not make her feel special as Abe did. Abe was more caring and honest compared to Fred. Why can't some women see this? Why can't they see the good and leave the bad? Are they looking for an adventure? Sometimes you just have to know when to stop looking.
Maria finally came home. I don't know what happened outside, but I was there when the fight broke out inside. Abe was furious. He confronted Maria and demand that she explain. Maria was shocked. She couldn't believe he was spying on her. She was yelling back at him saying, "how dare you!" Abe was a guy in love. He was heartbroken. You can't blame the guy but I could say he went to an extreme. He pinned Maria down and yelled in her face and repeated, "how could you do this to me!" We all watched. What could I do, mind you I was 7. I was so upset for them both.
I made sure the door was locked so that Fred wouldn't dare enter. I knew Fred was no good and maybe this would finally be the last I would see of him. Fred begged to come in as Maria was getting berated and belittled.
As an outsider looking in, the situation was tough to understand and judge. Who could blame Abe; hopelessly in love. But, who could blame Maria; after all, she had no commitment to either one. Who's wrong in the situation? Maria-for not being honest? Or Abe for assuming his relationship?
The situation ended with Abe leaving crying and heartbroken. Maria, embarrassed with tears streaming down her face. In the end, Maria lost Abe and flew to Fred for comfort.
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