it was 1981, and i was in the 7th grade at ormond beach jr. high. i was desperately in love with a guy named mike, and our relationship was being threatened by his ex-girlfriend. seeking counsel from my math class buddies, i decided the only thing i could do to get rid of this threat was to beat the girl up. so, rage took over my little twelve-year-old body, and as the bell rang, the crowd following close behind me encouraging me each step of the way, i approached her. before i knew it she was on the ground, and i was wiping blood from my fist. what just happened? did i actually beat that girl up? i knew mike would love me for this. i kicked a girl’s butt for him.
as mike approached the spot we met at each day between bells, i tried to play it cool. “i heard about what happened.” he said. i just replied, “oh, yeah. it was nothing.” that was it…nothing else was said about my brawl between us.
i thought the threat was gone. i had removed the ex-girlfriend. little did i know, there was another threat to our relationship, and she was closer than i ever imagined.
as i boarded the bus to school a couple of days following the fight, i waved to my best friend marjorie. we looked alike: same hair color and style, same big brown eyes, she was taller, i was freckle-faced. marjorie’s boyfriend was my boyfriend’s best friend…it was perfect. we had so much fun together. i spent most weekends at her house.
marjorie talked on the phone to everyone. she had no qualms about calling guys, so i wasn’t suprised that she would call mike sometimes. she said they talked about me. well, i didn’t think much of it at first. when the calls were becoming more frequent, and mike had less to say to me (he just wanted to watch tv while i sat on the other end.), i sensed something happening. i was losing mike, and not just to anyone, but to my best friend.
life is full of hurt and betrayal. i quickly learned at a young age that boyfriends come and go. but the betrayal of a close friend hurts…and it hurts bad.
betrayal happens, and there’s little you can do to prepare yourself for it. you don’t want to live life guarded and suspicious of everyone. so, how will you react when you’re betrayed? the first time, you will probably freak out. the second time, you will most likely blame the offender. the third time, you may begin to think there’s something wrong with you. the fourth time, you may begin to place walls around yourself to protect you from further betrayal. the fifth time, you will realize the walls aren’t working. then, finally, you have to realize…it has nothing to do with you…it’s the way of people. there are many self-centered people out there who will betray anyone around them for the feeling of power over someone else.
the power of betrayal is a dark one indeed. how will it effect you?
don’t give betrayal power over you. when you’re hurt, give it to god. don’t let it fester into bitterness or revenge. they will only hurt you…they will only empower the hurt of betrayal more.