Stitches (Pt.1)

Pierce.
He cheated on me with my friend after she had spent a couple weeks flirting with him behind my back. In later years, I learned that he had said some awful things about deflowering me. He never ever got the opportunity, just for the record. He did get the chance to do some gardening with my friend though. But that is a sad story, really. and I'm getting off topic...
My point is. I still think about that. I have a will to mistrust, and look for evidence now, and im realizing with my chatting with Annie, that event in my life was something that Was never ever confronted. Nobody ever apologized, or explained. The worst part of it all is 90% of my friends, just all starting hanging out with them. I was the only excluded from the whole thing. That is a feeling, that I, to this day would not wish on my worst enemy.
A feeling of being devalued, and humiliated. My hometown is a small place. one high school. everyone in town, in my age group, knew him. and by proxy, I suppose, they thought they knew me. I'm not trying to say they owe me anything. A few years back he messaged me on facebook and apologized for it all*. But scars are scars. lots of them leave a mark on you for a long time. A few never leave you, and you're forced to have them forever. Sometimes they are an accident. A lesson learned. Sometimes they are self inflicted.
I realized something that I had lost sight of. Today I was finally ready to let go of some things, and to be happy, and to trust. I think everyone goes through a mourning period
sometimes for a loved one who is no longer with us.
Some for the relationship that you want to work so badly but it just won't.
Some for the loss of trust, and security that comes from an infidelity, by a partner or friend.
I think that, the mourning period is different for everyone, and maybe even every situation. This is perhaps why relationships are so much work.