How Breaking Girl Code Got Me Punched In the Face
…by my Best Friend
I did some questionable things following a break-up with the first boy I ever loved. I drank too much, slept too little, and consorted with all the wrong rebound boys. My friends and I always used to say that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. It’s the easy way out. Rather than crying in your room and eating copious amounts of food, you numb yourself to the pain by hooking up with people. In retrospect, this is a terrible idea and only a very temporary fix. I found this out the hard way.
When I started making bad choices after my first breakup in high school, one of the many terrible things I did was make out with my best friend’s ex. I think of myself as an incredibly loyal friend. I’ve had the same five best friends for my entire life. I would literally take a bullet for anyone of them, which makes what I did even worse. I knew what I was doing would hurt my friend, and for some reason that I still can’t explain, I did it anyway.
On Halloween night, only a few weeks after my breakup, I got more drunk than any normal person should. I was dressed as a slutty cat, and I was on the prowl. Before I knew it, I was making out with my best friend’s ex; he was the first boy she had ever loved and will probably always love. Every girl knows that the first rule of girl code is ex-boyfriends are OFF LIMITS, and being drunk is no excuse. I truly don’t know what came over me. I don’t know if I did it because I was sad about my own breakup or resentful that my friend was currently in a relationship of her own, but regardless I instantly knew I fucked up big time.
I ran after my friend, begging her to talk to me. Being drunk didn’t help, as I stumbled up the stairs and jumbled my words. Finally I caught up to my friend right as she was slamming the door shut to the bathroom. I pleaded with her to open the door and talk to me. After a few minutes, she finally opened the door and before I could say anything, her fist connected with my face… hard. I fell to the floor, stunned that my best friend had actually just punched me.
Looking back on this moment now, my friend and I laugh about how ridiculous it all was, how I definitely deserved to be punched in the face, how it is absolutely hilarious that after being punched I still tried chasing after her to apologize, and most importantly that no boy is ever worth ruining a friendship over. I made a really big mistake by hooking up with my best friend’s ex — even though we only made out — and I will probably never forgive myself for it. I’m just lucky that eventually she forgave me, even if she had to give me a black eye in the process.
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