They trampled and whipped my dignity, and my hurt poured out as silent tears.
I skipped the dinner cruise that night.
I texted Norman to let him know, but he didn't even bother to reply.
Whenever I message him, it's like I'm blowing up his phone.
"Norman, I'm heading out. Don't forget your keys."
"Norman, there's a new steakhouse. Wanna check it out?"
"Norman, I miss you! What are you up to?"
But he only replies when he feels like it.
My psych major bestie Lina says if someone's important enough, they'll drop everything to text you back, even if they're in the shower.
I already knew I wasn't a priority. I just didn't realize I wasn't even an afterthought. I was being pathetic.
I received a call from Norman, who said he had something really important to discuss with me.
I didn't want to meet him, so I made up an excuse that I was feeling unwell.
However, Norman's tone was quite forceful.
"Come when I say to come, and don't make me lose my temper!" he threatened.
I decided to give him another chance, so I went to the restaurant he had chosen.
As soon as I walked in, I was taken aback by what I saw.
In the private room, there was a circle of people, and almost all my friends were there.