There was a time in my life where drama and stress was ever present. I dated a not-so-nice guy that I was head-over-heels about. This gave him way too much power in the relationship. Back then I was too close to see how I was being manipulated, how he was mentally abusing me, and how I should have been smart enough to run away when the running good. I had plenty of opportunities to make a break for it without feeling guilty or having reason to give him another chance. You see, this guy cheated on me multiple times, one time even having a full-on relationship (including dates) with another girl while I was away at college. I was forever making excuses and staying with him. I don't regret my actions and I don't even hate him.
Going through that type of situation made me stronger, made me more cautious, and made me want to question staying in an unhealthy situation.
The title of this piece is because I use to remember the names of the few girls I was told or found out about. I know there were others I never knew their names. I use to obsess over the girls and what they were doing. If my (ex)boyfriend was still keeping in contact with them behind my back. Now, I don't even remember their names. When I try I just draw a blank and barely recall a look or a face. It amazes me that something that was so important I obsessed over it is just easily forgotten in place of other more important memories. I recall thinking, I would never forget those names or those faces because of the pain they caused me. How easily time changes things when they are no longer important.
~ JByrd ~
