First: April 19, 2011
Last: December 12, 2013
I was devastated in college when my boyfriend of almost two years broke up with me. It came out of the blue with no reason given while sitting in my driveway after having a very good time at a fraternity party in Underground Atlanta.
At first I couldn’t believe it was true. We had been talking about getting married, although no date had been set. When I was finally convinced it was true and he meant it I was in a deep depression. I would have liked to have gotten drunk but now it was Sunday and no alcohol was sold on Sunday in those days so it made no difference that I was now legal, having just had my 21st birthday. I tried to remedy the situation by talking an overdose of Excedrin and Coca Cola that was rumored to make one drunk.
It didn’t work and just made me very sick, at which time I had to tell my parents what had happened with Richard. My father was angry with him and my mother was angry with me. I felt worse than ever. I was convinced this was the most horrible time in my entire life, wanted to drop out of school and run away from home.
But, I didn’t run away and I went back to school on Monday morning and I told my sorority sisters the news and they comforted me and told me how I was better off without him and all the other things that girls say to each other at times like that.
Then they asked if I had brought my dress to change into for the Homecoming Court judging that was to be that afternoon. I said “no way”. I had been crying for two days and the last thing I felt like was standing in front of some people and being judged for anything.
Without telling me, one of my sorority sisters went to my house and got a cocktail dress and shoes and brought it back. I was then convinced to put it on and spruce up my make-up. I was thinking I would be finished in 10 minutes when I joined the group of 210 girls in the Homecoming Contest, several of which were my sorority sisters.
I can’t tell you what happened. Perhaps they felt sorry for me or maybe I impressed them because I really didn’t care, but I kept being called back for another interview as more and more girls were eliminated. I didn’t get out of there in10 minutes. It was more like 6 hours before it was announced that I was one of the 10 finalists that made up the Homecoming Court.
All of my sisters were there to support me and to celebrate with me as I went from the depths of despair to flying high. Who would have thought?
Over the years I’ve tried to remember all the lessons I learned in those few days. Life can be such a roller-coaster full of ups and downs. Sometimes it’s really difficult on those down swings to remember that there is an up swing to follow, although normally not as quickly as this one.