- Sep 11, 2006
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I know that title sounds childish.
Probably because it is, and I know it.
maybe 5 or 6 years ago, in a different branch of the forum
(maybe singles or advice)
I wrote a long, ranting, bitter tirade about a girl I hate.
I wrote about rediculous things she did that annoyed me.
I wrote about why I thought I was better than her.
It obviously got some nasty feedback.
Present day, I still don't like her.
I haven't liked her since the beginning.
And the beginning was in 2007.
So for 11 years, I've been harboring bitterness against a girl
who I now just refer to as my "arch nemesis"
because it's funny, but it's ironic because she doesn't even know.
It's not even a good title for her.
Arch nemesees are people who try to foil your plans, get in your way,
steal your credit or ruin your life.
She actually never did any of that.
So WHY did I hate her so much?
......I was jealous.
You see, back in 2007, I was in college.
I had arrived in 2005, met someone I fell hard for,
and lost him in 2006.
She arrived in the fall of 2006,
basically a goodie-two shoes christian girl on a mission to get her MRS degree.
She met the love of her life in early 2007... a guy who was average joe on looks
but had good strong christian values and tons of cash.
By mid-2007 they were an item,
by that fall every time I was around her at school, church, small group, etc...
he was all she could talk about.
In early 2008 they got engaged (she was 19!)
and in that summer they were married.
In all of a year-and-a-half lapsed time,
she arrived, met a guy, fell in love, and got married.
She had just turned 20 and still had 2 years of school left,
but she was doin' this thing.
Meanwhile, I was still raw and bitter from losing the guy
I THOUGHT was "the one".
In 2008, as she celebrated her new married life,
I was on a downspiral. I had met a "bad boy"
and been lead down a path of darkness.
I was turning rebel and acting out.
She was getting married and making her whole family proud.
My choices were not her fault.
But the open wounds from my choices were always seemingly
getting burned by her.
Because as much as I tried to look away, she was there
at every turn.
It was a small town, and we had school, church
and several local hangouts in common.
She being in love wasn't what burned me so much as ... her bragging.
Back then, a friend of mine started calling her "the brag brag"
and it stuck.
I started referring to her as that too.
Every time she and her husband did something together,
it was all over facebook.
They were always together in the halls at school,
and getting fawned over by the others at church.
They were the center of a huge clique all obsessed with marriage at the time.
And as much as I should have tuned it all out,
21-year-old me was too immature and too obsessed to do so.
So every triumph for her was a salt or lemon juice in a wound for me.
I finished school, met a guy that I fell for at 21, had him on my arm at church, and then we broke away from that church for awhile.
He was a gorgeous guy, 22 years old, recently released from the military.
He had PTSD. I loved him anyway, but loving someone with PTSD meant
a never ending roller coaster for a relationship.
I blocked her out somewhat, but would still see her around
with her happy marriage and her happy married friends
and salt was still going in my wounds.
My boyfriend wanted to get married, but couldn't make up his mind.
We were too young, too unstable.
We broke up for 8 months in 2012.
During that time, I started out in the same dark place
where I was in 2008... with bad boys, drinking, drugs...
And then I had an awakening all my own.
I got away from the bad people,
went back to church,
and committed to it this time.
Going back to my church meant going back to .... her.
She was still the center of attention for my age group at that church
(no longer "college" but now "young married and starting a family")
a successful wedding photographer, still married and now expecting her first child.
There seemed to be few conversations had by anyone there that she didn't come up.
She was also always the one doing the talk about purity to the middle school and high school kids, and was most outspoken in the small group that I ended up joining (because it was the only one that had a few singles in it).
I took a deep breath, grinned, and beared it.
During that time I was really heavily involved there,
I tried to propose and launch a singles ministry.
There just wasn't enough interest in it though...only about 5 singles left
and they were all doing their own thing.
But I made it a mission to reach out to them.
I made friends.
I found out I had a talent for cooking and for decorating cakes,
and I used it as my "gift" in that church.
My skills were in demand.
I was listening to the sermons and growing and becoming more whole.
So it was worth putting up with her to be there.
I got back together with my boyfriend.
He was still living with his family, I had a roommate,
our future was uncertain but I was just happy to have him
back in my life.
In 2014, we got married.
So now he's my husband.
Also around 2014, he started not liking that church again.
In 2015, we moved over to its other campus.
The one I called "the brag brag" moved up north.
She had 2 more babies.
She was still brought up in conversations on the other campus
all the time,
but not this one.
In 2016, He decided he didn't like the new campus either.
We would fight tooth and nail because I felt like
we needed church together.
But eventually I let him do his own thing.
In 2017, at the beginning, we had our seperation.
The entire year was thrown into chaos between that,
a bunch of misunderstandings caused by that,
and then losing my old job.
The rest is history.
The girl would come back to town to visit now and then,
and I'd see her around.
But by the middle of 2017, we were going to another church.
Fast forward to today.
We are expecting. I was blessed with a new career,
and because of that, my 9-5 and free weekends will be back.
Ample time and motivation to become my best self again.
I deserve it.
My husband deserves it.
My baby deserves it.
I feel called back to that church though.
He doesn't, but I will.
She's not there, but that's not the point I'm trying to get to.
The point is, over all these years I harbored so much hate from jealousy,
but recently I looked back at her old facebook posts from when she was in the chapter
of her life where I am now-
expecting a baby, also facing some challenges (instead of finding a career and patching up a marriage, hers were that she had to live up north where she had no friends due to a financial thing and then her dad died), and seeking God in all that.
I look over her old posts at how much she turned to scripture, and dealt with the blows with grace, and dealt with the pregnancy with a sweet childlike optimism.
She was always like that.
It's what I hated most when I was in a dark place and couldn't approach ANYTHING with grace.
I still think her concern with purity is overbearing.
But now I find myself wishing I could be more LIKE her
(I don't have to like her, just follow the examples).
I was blind to all that grace and wholesomeness she had.
Now I wish I had it because my husband got hurt by my stupidity last year,
and I think he wishes I was like that too.
I don't want to have to be friends with her though.
I just wonder if it's shameful to reference her facebook and blogs for examples to follow,
when she's my "arch nemesis". LOL.
Probably because it is, and I know it.
maybe 5 or 6 years ago, in a different branch of the forum
(maybe singles or advice)
I wrote a long, ranting, bitter tirade about a girl I hate.
I wrote about rediculous things she did that annoyed me.
I wrote about why I thought I was better than her.
It obviously got some nasty feedback.
Present day, I still don't like her.
I haven't liked her since the beginning.
And the beginning was in 2007.
So for 11 years, I've been harboring bitterness against a girl
who I now just refer to as my "arch nemesis"
because it's funny, but it's ironic because she doesn't even know.
It's not even a good title for her.
Arch nemesees are people who try to foil your plans, get in your way,
steal your credit or ruin your life.
She actually never did any of that.
So WHY did I hate her so much?
......I was jealous.
You see, back in 2007, I was in college.
I had arrived in 2005, met someone I fell hard for,
and lost him in 2006.
She arrived in the fall of 2006,
basically a goodie-two shoes christian girl on a mission to get her MRS degree.
She met the love of her life in early 2007... a guy who was average joe on looks
but had good strong christian values and tons of cash.
By mid-2007 they were an item,
by that fall every time I was around her at school, church, small group, etc...
he was all she could talk about.
In early 2008 they got engaged (she was 19!)
and in that summer they were married.
In all of a year-and-a-half lapsed time,
she arrived, met a guy, fell in love, and got married.
She had just turned 20 and still had 2 years of school left,
but she was doin' this thing.
Meanwhile, I was still raw and bitter from losing the guy
I THOUGHT was "the one".
In 2008, as she celebrated her new married life,
I was on a downspiral. I had met a "bad boy"
and been lead down a path of darkness.
I was turning rebel and acting out.
She was getting married and making her whole family proud.
My choices were not her fault.
But the open wounds from my choices were always seemingly
getting burned by her.
Because as much as I tried to look away, she was there
at every turn.
It was a small town, and we had school, church
and several local hangouts in common.
She being in love wasn't what burned me so much as ... her bragging.
Back then, a friend of mine started calling her "the brag brag"
and it stuck.
I started referring to her as that too.
Every time she and her husband did something together,
it was all over facebook.
They were always together in the halls at school,
and getting fawned over by the others at church.
They were the center of a huge clique all obsessed with marriage at the time.
And as much as I should have tuned it all out,
21-year-old me was too immature and too obsessed to do so.
So every triumph for her was a salt or lemon juice in a wound for me.
I finished school, met a guy that I fell for at 21, had him on my arm at church, and then we broke away from that church for awhile.
He was a gorgeous guy, 22 years old, recently released from the military.
He had PTSD. I loved him anyway, but loving someone with PTSD meant
a never ending roller coaster for a relationship.
I blocked her out somewhat, but would still see her around
with her happy marriage and her happy married friends
and salt was still going in my wounds.
My boyfriend wanted to get married, but couldn't make up his mind.
We were too young, too unstable.
We broke up for 8 months in 2012.
During that time, I started out in the same dark place
where I was in 2008... with bad boys, drinking, drugs...
And then I had an awakening all my own.
I got away from the bad people,
went back to church,
and committed to it this time.
Going back to my church meant going back to .... her.
She was still the center of attention for my age group at that church
(no longer "college" but now "young married and starting a family")
a successful wedding photographer, still married and now expecting her first child.
There seemed to be few conversations had by anyone there that she didn't come up.
She was also always the one doing the talk about purity to the middle school and high school kids, and was most outspoken in the small group that I ended up joining (because it was the only one that had a few singles in it).
I took a deep breath, grinned, and beared it.
During that time I was really heavily involved there,
I tried to propose and launch a singles ministry.
There just wasn't enough interest in it though...only about 5 singles left
and they were all doing their own thing.
But I made it a mission to reach out to them.
I made friends.
I found out I had a talent for cooking and for decorating cakes,
and I used it as my "gift" in that church.
My skills were in demand.
I was listening to the sermons and growing and becoming more whole.
So it was worth putting up with her to be there.
I got back together with my boyfriend.
He was still living with his family, I had a roommate,
our future was uncertain but I was just happy to have him
back in my life.
In 2014, we got married.
So now he's my husband.
Also around 2014, he started not liking that church again.
In 2015, we moved over to its other campus.
The one I called "the brag brag" moved up north.
She had 2 more babies.
She was still brought up in conversations on the other campus
all the time,
but not this one.
In 2016, He decided he didn't like the new campus either.
We would fight tooth and nail because I felt like
we needed church together.
But eventually I let him do his own thing.
In 2017, at the beginning, we had our seperation.
The entire year was thrown into chaos between that,
a bunch of misunderstandings caused by that,
and then losing my old job.
The rest is history.
The girl would come back to town to visit now and then,
and I'd see her around.
But by the middle of 2017, we were going to another church.
Fast forward to today.
We are expecting. I was blessed with a new career,
and because of that, my 9-5 and free weekends will be back.
Ample time and motivation to become my best self again.
I deserve it.
My husband deserves it.
My baby deserves it.
I feel called back to that church though.
He doesn't, but I will.
She's not there, but that's not the point I'm trying to get to.
The point is, over all these years I harbored so much hate from jealousy,
but recently I looked back at her old facebook posts from when she was in the chapter
of her life where I am now-
expecting a baby, also facing some challenges (instead of finding a career and patching up a marriage, hers were that she had to live up north where she had no friends due to a financial thing and then her dad died), and seeking God in all that.
I look over her old posts at how much she turned to scripture, and dealt with the blows with grace, and dealt with the pregnancy with a sweet childlike optimism.
She was always like that.
It's what I hated most when I was in a dark place and couldn't approach ANYTHING with grace.
I still think her concern with purity is overbearing.
But now I find myself wishing I could be more LIKE her
(I don't have to like her, just follow the examples).
I was blind to all that grace and wholesomeness she had.
Now I wish I had it because my husband got hurt by my stupidity last year,
and I think he wishes I was like that too.
I don't want to have to be friends with her though.
I just wonder if it's shameful to reference her facebook and blogs for examples to follow,
when she's my "arch nemesis". LOL.