Some High School Bullies Never Grow Up
I had a difficult childhood. Both of my parents were alcoholics, my dad bordered on abusive, and my mom eventually became a crazy cat lady. I went to a school in my county where most of the students were incredibly wealthy and their parents were still married. I was the child of a single mom who received no child support and refused to remarry as many of my classmates’ parents did. Needless to say, I was bullied and tormented on a regular basis. Since then, I have never been comfortable with the wealthy crowd.
I met my ex-husband while working in a restaurant, and later, we had two children. I finally got to go to college in my early twenties, and I eventually became a teacher. In that time, my marriage fell apart. I decided dating wasn’t for me and focused on my kids, coaching, and my career.
While coaching, I run into a former customer from my days working at the restaurant, and he asks me out. I am hesitant because his family is incredibly well-off. I should note that I have PCOS and I’m not skinny despite being very short, so I think I’m unattractive.
I finally agree to date him, and things are going better than I thought. He really likes me, I like him, and frankly, I don’t give a d*** about his money. Even better, our kids get along great and act like they were raised together.
I spend a lot of time trying to avoid the circle of friends he has, worried that I might embarrass him because of my “lack of good breeding,” but he tells me that if his friends can’t accept me, they can stuff it.
On one occasion, [Boyfriend] decides to throw a party at his lakehouse in a gated community. I’m so nervous, it’s ridiculous. I’ve never been in a house this big, let alone to a party like this. I haven’t been to the lakehouse before, but most of his friends have now met me, and they encourage me to come out of my shell and relax.
The night of the party, I walk out after the main guests arrive, shy and still a little worried. I’m still trying to adjust to the new social cues of this crowd. As I walk out of the bedroom toward the table where the food is, I’m stopped by someone who calls my name. It’s a girl I went to high school with.
Classmate: “Hey, [My Name]! Glad to see someone here from the old days! It’s a big house, right? I hear it’s, like, the second biggest in this neighborhood! Anyway, can you get me a new drink?”
I’m a little confused as we have people here to help with food and drinks, and I am not dressed like them. They’re wearing black shirts and slacks, and I’m wearing a white cotton sleeveless dress.
Me: “I’m sorry, [Classmate], but I need to go find [Boyfriend]. Ask one of the people in the black shirts to get you more.”
She doesn’t like that answer and got all huffy. She basically screams the roof down about my poor service.
Classmate: “You need to learn your place!”
And then she throws her partial glass of red wine in my face. This obviously stains my dress and embarrasses me. Remembering all I went through, I bolt out of the room and into the bedroom crying.
My boyfriend apparently finds out what happened and comes into the bedroom looking for me. I tell him my version, and he marches back out and tells [Classmate] she needs to leave. She becomes hysterical.
Classmate: “Why am I being tossed out when that waitress was the rude one who wouldn’t get me a new drink?!”
My boyfriend rolls his eyes.
Boyfriend: “If you had been paying attention, you would’ve noticed that [My Name] entered the party from upstairs, and she exited that way, meaning she isn’t working here. She’s also wearing something completely different from what the people working are wearing.”
Classmate: “You know, most rich men pick someone more attractive than [My Name] with an actual figure!”
Boyfriend: “If you mean someone like you, I’ll pass. Spoiled women hung up on their looks are plentiful. I would rather have someone who loves me and knows how to have a good time.”
Several people later assured me that [Classmate] knew good and well who I was and that I wasn’t working. She was just mad because [Boyfriend] never paid her any mind.
Is it any wonder I said yes to this man?