then of Kyle bring the memory of Dan sliding back into my thoughts and I feel like crying.
I met Dan in college at NYU. He was a year ahead of me but he was pre-law so he was going to be in school a lot longer than I was. I didn’t mind. We hit it off great, we got along amazingly well and we just worked great together. Dan took my virginity about six months into our relationship. I was so sure that once he got that, it was going to be over between us. I guess that was the cynic in me even then and it was also the reality of how he made me feel. He pushed for it, all throughout those six sexless months, which didn’t help make me feel any better about where our relationship was going.
But in the end he didn’t run away. After we broke that barrier, not in the literal sense, everything changed for the better between the two of us. We grew closer and that’s when I fell in love with him. Well, in the months that followed our slightly drunken, extremely awkward first time. When I say awkward, I mean it was awkward. I knew he wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t exactly promiscuous before meeting me.
After two years of being together, and him graduating, he proposed to me and we had great plans to get married and finish up school. We talked about everything. He was my everything, and he never once held me back from anything. In fact, he encouraged me to pursue the things I wanted most and I did. I’d met his mom, Lilly, several times when she would come to New York to visit Dan and we got along great.
She was helping me plan the wedding and her and my mom, Lori, got along great. But Dan insisted on paying for the wedding, so ultimately I got everything I wanted and then some. The Black’s were not overly wealthy, but there was a good reason Dan had money.
Dan and I never talked about Kyle. I knew of him, of course, but we never talked about him. Even Lilly never mentioned him much and when she did, Dan would always get pissed off.
Dan and Kyle’s father was murdered during Dan’s first year of college. Dan never talked about it, but when he talked about his father, it was never with kindness and I learned that he’d been abusive and an alcoholic among other things. After Dan Senior was killed, Kyle slipped into drugs and alcohol and slipped away from everyone. Dan never understood how a jackass like his father could impact someone like Kyle. But it did and Kyle ran away with the drugs and alcohol, leaving his family behind to suffer. Dan hated him for it. When Dan Sr. was killed, he left behind several large life insurance policies, which is where Dan got his money.
Kyle too, I’m sure. I won’t speculate about his drug and alcohol abuse because, well, I don’t know what parts of what I was told are true or not. Lilly wasn’t exactly mother of the year after her husband was killed. I wonder idly if she’s really the reason Kyle ran to drugs and alcohol.
We were two weeks out from the wedding. Anxieties and tensions were running high. I’d started working for Bold, but barely, still learning the ropes, kind of barely, and I had so much left to do before the wedding and I was completely stressed out. Dan and I argued over something stupid, something so stupid that I can’t even remember now what it was. We’d talked on the phone before he’d left work, and neither of us said we loved each other, said bye or even a see you soon because we were that angry with one another. Then he never came home. On his way home Dan had been hit and killed by a drunk driver at five in the evening. It was the hardest, most devastating thing I’ve ever dealt with in my life.
When his family came to California after he was killed, no one paid any attention to me whatsoever. No one cared how I was doing and I threw myself into playing hostess-cooking, picking up after everyone and trying to hold it all together. Dan and I had been together over three years and were about to be married, but it didn’t matter.
Because of that,
I met Dan in college at NYU. He was a year ahead of me but he was pre-law so he was going to be in school a lot longer than I was. I didn’t mind. We hit it off great, we got along amazingly well and we just worked great together. Dan took my virginity about six months into our relationship. I was so sure that once he got that, it was going to be over between us. I guess that was the cynic in me even then and it was also the reality of how he made me feel. He pushed for it, all throughout those six sexless months, which didn’t help make me feel any better about where our relationship was going.
But in the end he didn’t run away. After we broke that barrier, not in the literal sense, everything changed for the better between the two of us. We grew closer and that’s when I fell in love with him. Well, in the months that followed our slightly drunken, extremely awkward first time. When I say awkward, I mean it was awkward. I knew he wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t exactly promiscuous before meeting me.
After two years of being together, and him graduating, he proposed to me and we had great plans to get married and finish up school. We talked about everything. He was my everything, and he never once held me back from anything. In fact, he encouraged me to pursue the things I wanted most and I did. I’d met his mom, Lilly, several times when she would come to New York to visit Dan and we got along great.
She was helping me plan the wedding and her and my mom, Lori, got along great. But Dan insisted on paying for the wedding, so ultimately I got everything I wanted and then some. The Black’s were not overly wealthy, but there was a good reason Dan had money.
Dan and I never talked about Kyle. I knew of him, of course, but we never talked about him. Even Lilly never mentioned him much and when she did, Dan would always get pissed off.
Dan and Kyle’s father was murdered during Dan’s first year of college. Dan never talked about it, but when he talked about his father, it was never with kindness and I learned that he’d been abusive and an alcoholic among other things. After Dan Senior was killed, Kyle slipped into drugs and alcohol and slipped away from everyone. Dan never understood how a jackass like his father could impact someone like Kyle. But it did and Kyle ran away with the drugs and alcohol, leaving his family behind to suffer. Dan hated him for it. When Dan Sr. was killed, he left behind several large life insurance policies, which is where Dan got his money.
Kyle too, I’m sure. I won’t speculate about his drug and alcohol abuse because, well, I don’t know what parts of what I was told are true or not. Lilly wasn’t exactly mother of the year after her husband was killed. I wonder idly if she’s really the reason Kyle ran to drugs and alcohol.
We were two weeks out from the wedding. Anxieties and tensions were running high. I’d started working for Bold, but barely, still learning the ropes, kind of barely, and I had so much left to do before the wedding and I was completely stressed out. Dan and I argued over something stupid, something so stupid that I can’t even remember now what it was. We’d talked on the phone before he’d left work, and neither of us said we loved each other, said bye or even a see you soon because we were that angry with one another. Then he never came home. On his way home Dan had been hit and killed by a drunk driver at five in the evening. It was the hardest, most devastating thing I’ve ever dealt with in my life.
When his family came to California after he was killed, no one paid any attention to me whatsoever. No one cared how I was doing and I threw myself into playing hostess-cooking, picking up after everyone and trying to hold it all together. Dan and I had been together over three years and were about to be married, but it didn’t matter.
Because of that,
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