My High School Self, My Vampire Boyfriend

He loved me.

I was a couple of weeks shy of eighteen,  we’d been dating for two years.   He had recently become my first, I was not his.  I loved him.   He loved me.   One of the things I loved about being with him was the fact that I could be myself .  I didn’t have to prove anything or act a certain way.  I didn’t have to try to fit in or be a certain type of girl.  He gave me something–  not school related — to do.    In hindsight, what he provided me was a way to escape those awkward teen years of discovering myself, making choices and mistakes, finding my own way, being proud of who I was and who I wasn’t, making new friends, and learning how to be social.  He had already made some decisions about life, had some bad experiences and had strong opinions about almost everything.    He was an old soul.   I was not.  It ate me up.

Edward doesn’t seem like a fun-loving guy.

He was completely against drinking (which is not a bad thing for someone underage, but he would not even go to parties where others might be drinking, even if they were hiding it.)  I respected him for that.  I supported him in that.  He had had a rough upbringing.  His mother had a bad reputation, his brother was the local drug dealer, other family members, including siblings and his mother’s boyfriends had addictions, and teen pregnancies were the norm in his family.  So having been brought up in the underbelly of   drug and alcohol addiction, he swore never the touch the stuff and forbade me to get near it.   In his family, he was the one good child.   He wanted to stay that way.   He was painfully shy unless involved in a sport, so he wasn’t one for hanging out.  He didn’t want to travel because he didn’t see the need, and was uncomfortable out of our town.   He hated the beach, sand;  he hated crowds.     He was also very possessive and jealous,  so he kept me close and would become angry if he felt threatened.

But he was very cute, tall, slim with haunting light eyes.   Teachers loved him, though he was not academically oriented or talented.  I think, like me, they saw a polite guy who, despite his family, seemed to be a good kid.   He was charming that way.  People wanted to help him.  People wanted to forgive any shortcomings.  He had a smile that could and did charm everyone —  that is, when he did smile.   Most of the time, unless people were looking, he appeared sullen, angry.     Some folks were a little scared of him.   (Years later a friend described him like this:  He’s the kind of guy where when he walks into a room, the temperature drops ten degrees.)

Me?  Well, I was an achiever, academically, musically and  athletically,  but socially I  had struggled,  been a victim of past bullying.   I was a book smart girl from a good (if not wealthy) family; my parents were teachers.  My siblings were in college, they had gotten away from our suffocating suburb.   I was lonely.  I wanted to have fun but I was basically the stereotypical “good girl” from a stable family.  I would never want to do anything that would embarrass my family, and my girlfriends weren’t drinkers or party girls either.   Still, we liked to  go to parties and dances and just have some sober fun.   Before I started dating him, I had had only one short relationship with a boy.  Nothing to speak of.   No broken hearts.  I don’t think we ever even went anywhere together.   My hymen was still intact.

A shy girl.

I did not have a normal or healthy introduction to dating.   And, at my tender teen age, I thought I’d never have a real boyfriend.   At the time, I truly thought he was my only and best chance at having any attention from a boy.   He was what I needed.

Miraculously, once I started dating him,  the bullying stopped as well as the false rumors about me.  (Somehow, I had gained the reputation of being a slut according to popular, misinformed opinion, even though I was a virgin.)   But with him,  I had support.   His family loved me.  He loved me.

I see now I was co-dependent.   But then?  I was in love. 

I had nothing to compare him to.  My girlfriends weren’t dating, they didn’t know any better than me.  After having been treated so badly by other kids, I thought this was right, and in a way, it did save me.   (The reasons for the bullying have to do with racial/socio-economic differences, that are just too much to get into now.)   I never told my parents about  how I had been treated at school.   I should have.

He and I were inseparable.  I was so happy to have a boyfriend.   But we rarely went anywhere with other people.   Usually we went to  movies or hung out at his or my house.      He met me at my locker every morning.   We met between classes.   (We never had classes together, I was in the college prep courses, he was not).  We were such a cute, dysfunctional couple.   Both tall, and we even looked a bit alike.

One night, there was a Friday night basketball game, as usual.  He was a star player, I was a cheerleader.   (I know, gag me).  We never went to the parties afterward, though,  if there were any.  We were an antisocial couple.  But this night, for some reason, he decided he wanted to go to a party.   I don’t know why.  I never knew why.  He usually was against such behavior.  He told me to go home,  I wasn’t allowed to go.   Obediently, I went home.    I didn’t see him for the rest of the weekend, which sometimes happened since neither one of us had a car, and in addition to my studies I had a part-time job.

The following Monday, he did not come to my locker.    When I found him,  he seemed distant.  He wouldn’t make eye contact.   I knew something was wrong.   I knew something was different.  Paranoid, and suddenly needing reassurance, I asked him,

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I don’t know,”  he replied.   (My very being shook to the core, I felt as though I died a bit.  My knees buckled.)

In another cruel twist of fact, it was Valentine’s Day, the day we celebrated as our anniversary.

I was still reeling from his answer when he added that — he wanted to see other people!!!!!!!

Then he looked me in the eyes  to tell me, “I don’t want you to, though.”

“Okay,”  I said.  (I know, I know.  In my head the voices still scream Nooooooo!!!!!!  But I was already under his thumb, I didn’t know how to act differently.  I was completely caught off guard, he had changed all the rules without any warning.  I was still freaked out because he went to a party.  And now this?    I had given myself to him in every way possible, and now, it wasn’t enough, or it didn’t matter, or — I didn’t know what was happening!!!!!)

I was heartbroken, devastated, confused. For about two weeks, I continued to allow him to meet me at my locker, walk me in the halls, kiss me hello and goodbye.  I was still his girlfriend.   But there were more goodbyes than hellos,  and I saw him flirting with other girls; he didn’t hide it.  He had a swagger about him.   I felt beaten.

Since we’d been dating for two years, we were quite an item.   We were the golden couple.   But kids  talked.   They knew there had been a change yet we had not broken up.  Through the high school rumor mill I found out later that during the party he attended a girl I knew had flirted with him.  Well, she grabbed his crotch, is what I heard.   That must have been enough to turn the tide, to make him take the next step after control and isolation, to further humiliate me, his girlfriend of two years —  but still keep me at his beck and call.  Yet he acted as though this was completely normal.   And I allowed it.  (It was the beginning of a hurtful and unhealthy pattern of accommodation I have struggled with ever since.)

Another boy had an opinion.

Later, a friend of his and fellow basketball player who was in one of my classes said to me,

“I don’t know how you put up with it.”

(I think I visibly shuddered.   I was trying to operate under the illogical belief that no one knew what was really going on.)

The nice boy continued,  “I mean, given his family and all  it’s amazing he’s turned out as good as he has, but still . . . he shouldn’t be doing this to you.”

Hearing that from another boy, a boy who was a childhood friend of his but who didn’t know me that well, got to me.  Plus, I  did some thinking.  I had more time on my hands, after all.   Throughout this whole thing I kept coming back to the fact that I loved him.  I kept  telling myself, “But I love him.”   But then I thought, is being in love  supposed to  feel like this?   Because this doesn’t feel good.   This isn’t fun.   Love shouldn’t feel like this.

The next day I was not at my locker when he went to meet me.

He  had to find me.    When he did,  I just said I wasn’t going to do this anymore.

When an abused woman  hits back, it’s useless unless she  kills or runs.  Hitting back and standing there just sets her up for another beat down.  Mine was coming.

He was not happy with me.

I cannot remember what he said exactly, or what he did, he must have told me he loved me.  I know he demanded to know why I wasn’t as my designated place.   But I’m not sure.   I think I may have blocked it out, because it was so contrary to my sense of self-preservation.  I’ve beat myself up for years because of it.

Bottom line:  He got me back.

He saved me– from the world.

He said he wasn’t going to see other girls.    We were monogamous again.  (Well, he was monogamous again, I had never been free.)  I didn’t date anyone else in high school.   He was still my boyfriend when I went to college.    Years later, I married him.

From awkward high school girl to married lady?

Months ago, our divorce became final.   He has since remarried.

I heard later that the girl who had felt him up at the party told him she couldn’t actually date him because her family would not accept her dating a black boy.  Whatever.  His coming back to me had nothing to do with me — except that he wanted to keep me — unto him, under him.

When I had started to pull away, he pulled me back —  and he was stronger.

I had traded one kind of bullying for another, really.

But something broke inside me then,  not because of how  he treated me, but because I allowed it . . .    and I think . . .  just now, I’m trying to get it fixed.

Just Me With . . . a love story?

P.S.  Why all the Twilight pics?   I have a hard time with the series because of my romantic history.    A high school girl who does not fit in  should have a chance to experience life outside of high school  before changing her DNA  for a boy.   Bella is so sad and tortured and Edward makes her feel better,  but I want her to go to college, get a job,  move to a place where she chooses, and have fun, make friends, have boyfriends and ex-boyfriends, without all the danger  and without having to forsake her belief system, family, and biological options before she’s had a chance to even  develop them.

It’s okay not to have a boyfriend in high school.  It really is.  And it’s okay to break up with your first love.

For a story on what it was like to still have my boyfriend when I went away to college, see The Night I Became Cinderella.

And for how I feel about him now?  I Don’t Love Him.

18 responses

  1. Such a powerful story. Thank you for sharing so openly and honestly about your life. Drawing parallels to Twilight actually helps me understand it even better. I wished those same things for Bella. 🙂

    You are free now? Stay strong and discover yourself in all the wonderful ways open to you!

  2. Wow…. i read, your story. And, the entire time in the back of my mind….i was thinking, ‘how does this relate to Twilight?’ & When you explained it, at the end…. I completely understood….
    And, i hope after all you’ve been through. You are better now. & i hope you have a great time, discovering yourself…. and Taking the all the oppurtunities, that are given to you. Because, i may not relate to the part of your story, of being in such a distuctive relationship… but, i can relate to the rest. & i know it isn’t, easy.

    & i believe Love, & Beauty… Life, & Relationships…. Are all undefined. We just have to find out, know… and follow our own standards. & i believe Bella choose what she wanted…. Because, thats how she wanted to define her life. And thats what she believed. And, followed through with it.

  3. This is a really moving post. Thanks for sharing!

    Reading it reminded me a bit of what might have happened if I had stayed with my first high school boyfriend. His personality was different – but he was super intense & basically was talking about us being together forever – which, as a 16 year old completely freaked me out & eventually turned me off. I’m glad that I knew at the time that I still had a lot of living to do & walked away.

    I read Twilight a few years ago & the book actually made me feel really angry. To me, Edward came off as obsessive & creepy with his whole “I love you…but, I’m dangerous and can hurt you” schtick. I think the movies/books romanticize “dangerous bad boys” and that’s it ok to sacrifice your own safety for the sake of “love”. I think it sends a really messed up message. Anyways, I think you’ll like this video, it illustrates exactly my point 🙂 :

    1. Wow! I just watched the video. I LOVE IT!!! I was introduced into the Twilight thing because I have girls. I probably drive them crazy because I keep pointing out “Where is the fun? A girl should have fun with her boyfriend!” And the safety issue you pointed out is so true — it’s like this girl could get killed but that’s okay because she’s in love. Whoa. Most of my kids are Team Jacob. But either way, I’m thinking, okay, what about getting out of high school and learning about different types/groups of people — go to college, join a sorority, get a job at the beach and share a house with 10 other girls, backpack through Europe, join the peace corp, move to New York and waitress, learn to play the piano like Edward instead of watching him, write a book about the freaky kids in your high school and make a million, whatever. Don’t get me started. Anyway, thanks for reading and for the comment.

  4. I think the two of us together should embark on a middle school/high school tour promoting our platform, “You don’t need a boy”! This is exactly what I am constantly saying to my daughter, almost 15, about to be a freshman, when we talk about her peers and their dating relationships/complexities. Of course, given my personal experience, the perspective I bring to the table is more of an “I’m on high alert for what goes on backstage in this relationship”. 20 plus years of domestic violence will channel your inner feminist like nothing else! I haven’t seen the Twilight stuff nor have I read it – I get nothing from vampires. BUT – I watched the you tube video mix of Buffy slaying Edward – and that was plenty enough to realize the underlying theme of the Twilight movies. I’m gonna go with Buffy for $500 please!

  5. This is so eloquent, well done : )

  6. Wow. I love this one too. I totally understand the codependency issue. I was raised that way and used my HS boyfriend, and every other relationship that followed as an escape when really all I was doing was letting the pattern repeat.
    I love that you’re anti-Twilight! I saw the photos and got it immediately. At Bella’s age I was convinced I was unlovable and gravitated toward the only boy willing to have me, consequences be damned. I tried to read the first book on recommendation a few years ago and was so annoyed by it that I tossed it about halfway through.
    Thanks so much for sharing this.

  7. 😥 I see so much of me and my current relationship here, minus the his family circumstances, he is my boyfriend…I’ve left so many times but have come back, because ‘I love him’. *sigh* <— the latest episode with us 😥

    1. Hugs. Just make sure you know why you love him. And don’t stop discovering things you love.

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  10. Beautiful post and thank you for sharing.It reminded me of my first love.I was then 15 and he was 20..we didn’t end up together cos some things are just not meant to be i suppose but occasionally i do wonder what if we had ended for twilight,yea..its a waste for bella..she shld hv experience more in life..=)

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