Sept. 7, 2019
I cannot believe this just happened. It was supposed to be a dull day today, but instead, I got blindsided. Today was my older sister, Hattie’s engagement party. It was supposed to be all about how she is marrying the love of her life since she was sixteen. A typical cliché about how the guy she loved in high school didn’t even know she existed until ten years later. Now after dating for four years, they were finally getting married. It all should have been a happy, easy day. Assuming you ignore the fact that I can’t stand her fiancé. Never have and never will. Christopher was a pompous ass who only loved himself. How my sister ever thought he was the perfect guy for her, I’ll never understand. But who knows what will happen now thanks to my bitch of a best friend who just announced to everyone how Christopher and I slept together one night three years ago! One drunken night three years ago. Quite possibly the biggest mistake I have ever made, and now it was being thrown back in my face by my own best friend. I thought she was my best friend, turns out I’m a really crappy judge of character, more so than I thought anyways. See, this is why I prefer to be alone. People are shady and untrusting. They will lie right to your face and tell you how they would never tell a soul.
Only for them to wait until you are in a room surrounded by your family and your family’s closest friends to spill everything. Like telling a room full of people at my sister’s engagement party how I had sex with the soon to be groom.
So much for best friends. I can’t believe Ali would do this to me. After ten years of friendship, she threw it all away and for what? I seriously have no idea why she would do this to me. None. She knew I don’t trust people very easily. She knew I wasn’t one to have a hoard of friends. I preferred to be alone and keep to myself, so why would she do this? Now I have no friends and my family are beyond pissed at me. They were all acting like I was some common whore on the corner. It was one drunken night, but apparently that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never really done anything with a man. Christopher was my second guy that I had slept with in my twenty-five years of life. And I don’t even remember it. The one boyfriend I had in high school was a joke. We had sex all of four times and I gave him head once. We lasted all of six months before he was off to bang the cheerleading squad. I’m the furthest thing from a whore. But does that matter to my family? Nope. All they care about is their precious firstborn being traumatized by this whole experience. Like I’m not?
People suck. I’ve been thinking about a change, maybe now is the perfect time for it.
A fresh start somewhere else, in a place where no one knows me. I can just be Issy. And not the slut that slept with my sister’s fiancé. I think a fresh start is exactly what I need.