"Devil in Disguise" - Elvis Presley

Ha, one of the worst relationships I’d ever been in was with Stephanie. This, unlike the previous girls mentioned earlier, was an actual relationship. It was also one of the most troubling times I’d ever in with somebody.

Everything started when my step-sister had a friend of hers over. Unlike all her other friends, this one wasn’t 400 pounds, in fact, she was incredibly attractive. I’d later learn she was a cheerleader, but aesthetics have always played very little in my finding of a companion.

First time I saw her was in our pool, a tight, wet, blue, one-piece bathing suit. Once she changed out of it, she set her focus on me, much to the dismay of my sister, who grew jealous of every second of time Stephanie wasn’t around her. We’d spend that night lying with each other on my parent’s couch, me stoking her back until she fell asleep. I thought she genuinely liked me, it was an enjoyable feeling. Eventually we had to go to bed in our respective beds, but around 2am I woke up to her peering into my room. After I realized I couldn’t talk her out of it, she joined me in my bed. Aside from some other things, the most memorable moment in my emotional life came from this time, my first kiss. Granted, I was 14 or 15 and she was around 13 probably, but this was a pinnacle moment in my life. It was dark, she was lying around me, and she leaned forward, and kissed me… right on the nose. I laughed, simply because of how cute it was, and corrected her mistake.

2 weeks later, she starts messaging me, calling me fat, and that she hated me and a bunch of other things. At first it was simply a play for her friends, but it later turned into a hate-filled rant of my flaws and imperfections. All those awesome feelings were stripped from me in an instant. Unfortunately, I’m a great guy at heart, and I’m always willing to give someone a second chance, especially if they have a vagina, and Stephanie and I tried dating again, about 5 more times. Each time it would end the same, all complete bullshit excuses and reasons, and each time our screaming matches grew more and more hateful.

Our conversations now are nonexistent. We ended things in a profanity induced verbal battle in which there was no winner. I gained the trust and friendship of one of her friends since then, but she in turn exposed herself to be just like the friend I’d grown to hate.