Why is it that no matter how old you get, how much more "mature" you become, there are just some events from high school that you can't shake from your subconscious?
When I was 16 I had this boyfriend who was a complete ass. The Cliff's Notes version of the story is: He wanted sex, that's all he talked about from the second we started going out. I wasn't going to give it to him. I broke up with him after only a few weeks. He spread dumb high school rumors about me. Then he called me a bitch in front of my mom and little brother.
Yesterday Bryan and I took the kids to a small pond by our house. When we were leaving I saw this guy looking at me. I walked by him and then when Bryan got closer he stopped him. I figured it was somebody who Bryan knew from work so I grabbed Justin and started back towards Bryan. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized who Bryan was talking to. I grabbed Justin and walked the other way. So mature I know.
The five minutes Bryan spent talking with him I debated going over there, being the "bigger person" and just saying hi. My feet were cemented to their spot, I wasn't moving any closer. Finally Bryan came back over and I asked him if it was who I thought it was, "Yep it is."
"I know there's a reason you hate that guy but I can't remember why." So I told him the whole story (for probably the twentieth time). "Oh yeah that's right I remember now. So since I'm your husband I should defend your honor and slap him in the face huh?" Calm down Karate Kid, there's no need to defend my honor here.
I told him how I debated going over there to just say hi, but I couldn't. "It was a long time ago Jenni. You have a much better life then him, you should just forget it." I know I thought I had. Honestly I never though I'd see him again, but running into him yesterday brought up all those old high school memories and hurt feelings.
I did have my chance to be the bigger person though. As we were leaving "J" was walking towards us. I said my fake "Hi, yeah it's good to see you too," bit and walked off with my family. I admit it does feel good to know that I have a damn good life and that he is still every bit the loser he was in high school. Thanks Karma ;)