Typical high school sweethearts’ story: we met, I was in love, she broke my heart, I spent 10 years pining for her, found her again, fixed her up, then…
She and I met when I moved to Ohio when I was 14 from California. Tough move; tougher still was moving to a new high school. Senior year, we started dating after being the best of friends for 1.5 years. We went to Winter Formal, Sadie Hopkins, Prom, shared a lot of ups and downs throughout the year as we planned the rest of our lives. I should have taken notice that her goal was to go to a school as far away as possible from me (For her daddy was rich, and money didn’t matter), while mine was to find somewhere I could afford and yet close enough to her. After trying to make things work during freshman year of college, we called it quits. In retrospect, I should have understood that when she started “hanging out” with other guys, going to parties, etc. she was looking for something new. When she called to say it was over, we met for coffee, and with a sigh of relief she walked away while I was dumbstruck.
Fast-forward 9 years and we meet again. She calls me out of the blue, we spend a few months talking on the phone, agree to meet, and our affair starts again. Being a romantic fool, I think what we have is love and what he had in high school was manifested in our reunion. For 6 months I travel from Cleveland to Houston, spending oodles of money to make it convenient for her.
I should have taken note of a couple things: She was finishing her PhD and had alienated her friends, and her family. She had previously been engaged and ended it because “it didn’t feel right”. She slept with her advisor to get a quicker date for her thesis defense. But, love is blind and sometimes stupid.
Eventually she got a job in California and I moved her to the location of her choosing. Again, looking back, I should have realized that when she said “I want you to come, but we can only move in together if we are engaged,” what she really meant was, “I’m looking for a way out and would never in 100 years think you would propose”.
When we got to California, things went bad. She had had some fool (me) take care of packing all her stuff in Houston, paying for the move, unpacking everything, buying her a new car, and helping her get a new job. She had everything she wanted and it was again time to move on. The end wasn’t fun…
I had a business trip scheduled for the beginning of the year. She offered to take me to airport, and when she drove off in my car, the look on her face was goodbye. That night when I landed, she called to say I was inconsiderate, I didn’t do enough for her, and that she had had enough. I never talked to her again. When I eventually got home, she was gone, rings with her. No notes, nothing. I called many times, and eventually her father called me to tell me the “terms.” I would leave, never try to contact her again, and she would give me back the rings when I was out of her life.
Awesome. Obviously I acquiesced to her every demand, hoping it would mean something… I eventually got the rings back with a check for some random amount. No note.
I never got a reason why…