There was this boy I
fell in love with way back in 1976. It was a short relationship, late
summer to Christmas Eve and its end took me by surprise. He was a
very attractive boy, maybe a little on the small side but that didn't
matter for I am short too. My mother did not take to him. I think she
found him glib. To tell the truth she did not take to anyone I went
out with for she suspected (rightly) that I was not adhering to the
teachings of the Holy Catholic Church. This boy, I will call him
David, was not from Ireland and he must have been quite lost to end up adrift in Ballymena. He had nowhere to live and was sleeping on
various friend's sofas. I think he might have wanted us to find a
place together but I had a daughter and I knew that she and I were
both better off living at home with my family.
I was so happy then.
Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I must have known that David and I
were not going anywhere but I ignored these doubts. We were both so
young. Our jobs were crap and we had very little money.
Christmas Eve came. I
hadn't got David a present. He said it didn't matter. I said I would
buy him a gift after Christmas. He said he had something for me but
he would give it to me on Christmas Day. He wanted me to stay with
him that night but I had my taxi booked. I needed to be home to sort
my daughter's Santa presents. He pleaded. I was firm. I would see him
at Rob's party the next day.
He never came to Rob's
party and no-one knew where he was. There were no mobile phones in
those days, no way to catch up with people. I tried to put on a brave
face. A couple of days later a friend told me what had happened.
After I left on Christmas Eve he had got talking to a girl and he had
left with her. She had a cosy flat and he moved in with her that very night!
And that was that. I
think about it every Christmas. And I feel for anyone who has a
relationship fall apart during this season. But when I do look back
what I remember best is the support of my friends and family. And am so
happy that I put my little girl before my boyfriend. And I know now
that he was definitely not the boy for me.
Jilted Nelly putting on a brave face at Rob's party, Christmas 1976
7 comments:
Ten years ago this Christmas eve a great love ended for me. My brother and grandmother died at Christmas too. It is a very strange season for me. A few days after the holidays, I get a birthday. The big 60 this year.
You are brave today telling the story like you were brave in the picture.
Thanks Cuidado. Christmas is an emotional time. I hope that, this year, yours will be a good one.
you were as pretty as a picture and likely had a lucky escape...says london sister
Ah, youth. I did dumb things when I was young. No one split up with me during the hoildays. You sure were pretty tho.
Thanks for the compliments! London Sister - that made me laugh a lot. So true!
Mine was by an exchange student from Australia, I got busted for cutting school to see him... wonder what ever became of him?
At least you wonder. A lot of my past paramors I'd shudder to meet again. Youth is wasted on the young.
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