Betrayal, 2005, by Jane Doe

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Who: Jane Doe
What: Summer 2005
When: May 2006
Where: Ohio

Over the summer of 2005, I suffered the most severe loss I had ever experienced. It was the loss of trust in everyone. It was the "I was the last person to know" situation.

August had just started and I was sitting around my house waiting for my boyfriend to arrive so we could go to the movies. He finally showed and we were in my room thinking of what movie to go see when I suggested that we call the theatre and see what all was playing. I grabbed his cell phone and meant to start dialing the number but I accidentally hit the recent call’s button or something. Anyway, I only looked at what was in front of me, and he glares at me for some reason. I asked him what was wrong and he asked me what I was doing searching through his phone. I was thinking, "What the heck is he talking about? I only hit the wrong button and he’s accusing me of searching his phone?" I looked at him and said, "Why are you getting so mad? Do you have something to hide from me?" he said, "No! Why would I be hiding something?" I said, "You just went psycho because you though I was looking through your phone, but I wasn’t! But since you acted so mad, I figured you were hiding something from me?" I grabbed his phone and I started to try and find what he was so mad about. I went to the calls dialed section only to find out that he had been hiding something. In fact, a lot of something!

He had called my best friend, not once, but twenty times in a row. That was more than he ever called me! He wasn’t even supposed to be talking to her anyway because she tried to date him. I threw the phone across the room and started crying hysterically. I asked him why he needed to talk to her so much and why he lied to me. He only said, "I’m sorry!" I couldn’t get an answer out of him so I called her to see if she would lie to me too. Of course she did! She said she hadn’t talked to him. I told her she was lying straight through her teeth and that I knew all about their little "thing" behind my back. I made him leave my house and I cried for four days and couldn’t sleep for two.

I finally called him and asked him if he was proud of lying to me. He told me that what he did wasn’t wrong and he didn’t feel a bit sorry that I was all upset about it. I called another friend that knew nothing about what just happened to me and she confessed that she knew all about it. She said they had been calling and texting each other all summer. I had had it! I was completely and entirely fed up with all the lies that were being told. I called my best friend and told her to stay the hell out of my life, or I’d probably smack her if she didn’t. The summer of 2005 was the worst I had ever had in my life. I couldn’t trust anyone anymore and didn’t want to. I didn’t want someone to lie to me and make me feel all that pain again.