WARNING: Some awkward sexual descriptions in here. You have been warned.
After having to leave Vietnam to go back to school in the US, most people would say to me, “wow you must be relieved, from all that you went through.”
No.
Not really.
I didn’t feel happy, relieved and de-stressed. I felt normal. I just knew it was going to happen and I knew I was going to move. It was no surprise to me that it was going to happen.
So when I moved to the US, i moved to the same ol’ neighborhood… very ghetto, unclean, trashy, lots of gangsters and what not.
But I grew up there so it wasn’t too much of a difference. The only difference was our home. It was pretty crazy to me to finally have a place to call him for more than 2 years because my family was always moving around. I never felt like I had a home.
So once my sister and I announced we were back in the US. A lot of our old elementary friends came to meet us and want to hang. So some of them met up with us in front of our house and we would talk and catch up. It was nice to be able to start somewhat fresh in the US and start 10th grade.
When being greeted, I got a message from W on my phone (the one I was some what dating online but it didn’t work out because he got someone in person and I did too). He messaged me saying we should meet up and hang. I was excited because whether or not we decided to be with each other. I knew I wanted to see him.
Following the next day, it was a pretty nice summer day, not too hot, and not to cold. It was my first time taking the train and I was a bit anxious at first. But I have always been good at navigating to places and knowing where to go and plan ahead.
So I transferred 2 train lines to get to meet W. He was waiting for me outside my stop. I told him hi and he hugged me. It felt… amazing and warm. We hugged for a second and walked to his house. We were talking as if everything was normal and as if nothing happened between us.
We talked about how his love life was and he said he was single. And I was happy.
We walked and talked and we reached to his house. We ended up playing games at his house and watching a movie. And while we were starting to watch a movie in his living room, he wanted to move into his bedroom (actually it was his parent’s bedroom, i didn’t know at the time, but he lied). So we went into the bedroom and watched the movie on a laptop. It was nice and dark and he started to cuddle me and things escalated.
To avoid any awkward sexual explanation, he basically popped my cherry (sorry not sorry).
But we didn’t actually “do it”, he just “popped my cherry”. And while doing so, we made out and i made him finish on himself. How? By laying on him.
I didn’t actually do anything.
So, while this is done (sorry guys for the graphic imagery). Went to go clean up and I was in pain. I got out of the bathroom and he got a call from someone. And after the phone call, i asked him, was it his parents? (I was afraid they were coming home) and then he said, “that’s my girlfriend”.
I was shocked. And I was stunned. He lied to me. He told me he was single.
After he said that, i yelled at him and left.
I cried and I was heartbroken. Was he always in cruel?
So, once I got home, i got a text from him, he apologized and knowing that he took my virginity, it’s pretty ridiculous to me. But I blamed myself.. I was stupid.
He called me and invited me to hang out with him and his best friend and some other friends.
And I knew I should have said no. But I said yes.
Fast forward to a few days after, I met up with W and met his best friend S and a girl. I dont know who that girl was but W introduced me to his GIRLFRIEND. I was shocked. He actually brought his girlfriend and he was trying to hook me up with his best friend….
I didn’t know what to do or say other than be polite and be friends.
She gave me a lot of stank eye, as if she knew. I wouldn’t doubt it if she did. But she didn’t seem to really like me. And W’s best friend seems to really be into me. So from there, i hung out with them for 3 weeks or a month and the W’s best friend asked me out.
His name was S. He was a good guy, Russian, cute, kind, a gentlemen. So I said yes out of a wham to just try to forget W and just have a fun summer before I start school. We started dating knowing he and I will only be a summer fling. But it only lasted like 2 weeks. I found out he had a side chick… like what? What is wrong with me? We broke up with not too many bad and negative feelings because i didn’t really like him while dating him. He was kind of a dick, kissed back and just kind of weird and rude to his parents.
So after the quick fling, I went home and relaxed. I used to have a Tumblr. I had a lot of things to write, such as this and about my life. But all of a sudden i noticed getting a lot of messages and comments. And they were all calling me ugly, and that I needed to die and that I’m a boyfriend stealer.
Strangely enough, i believe W’s current girlfriend, was told by him about what happened between he and I. So I was getting cyber bullied. I was afraid for my life.
They threatened to kill me and finding my family and all those things. I cut all ties with W and S and all their friends and shut down my Tumblr. It was too much for me to handle.
So I decided to spent most of my time at home or with my sister and family and wait till September comes.
That was just the beginning of everything. Rumors spread and everyone knew who I was. W ruined my life and so did his girlfriend. Everyone, who was living in my neighborhood and the city knew me as the Boyfriend Thief.
Everything I said became a lie to people and no one respected me or my story.
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