Betsy, I don't think it's weird that you guys are friends again at all! I find it strange that people can carry grudges about things like that for so long, after the offending person has grown and changed and apologized. People do stupid, stupid sh*t when they're young!
Oh, my, how I've changed. I was a spineless, meek little thing in HS. Chubby, awkward beyond belief, and I surrounded myself with the bi*chy girl friends to hide behind. My best friend was the hot one, and boy did she like to rub that in, and I was the funny one. The sidekick. Then, senior year, I fell for one of the art boys. He was actually younger than me but he had really great taste (hahahahahaha--for a 16 year old Ohio kid) in music and he was really interesting. Anyway, he treated me like crap and had another GF that I knew about, but I was too lonely and afraid nobody else would be interested, so I put up with it.
And then he introduced me to his brother from Seattle. I was 18, and Mike--the brother--was 27. He claimed to be a filmmaker and made his life seem really glamorous. He visited for a week and flew back to Seattle, and we ended up emailing, then phone calls, then endless marathon phone calls, and before I knew it I dropped out of school and moved out here.
I lived with him for 3 years. He was emotionally abusive, insecure, and belittled me every chance he could get. He alienated me from my family, made sure I had no friends outside his social circle, and basically treated me like a child. He was insanely jealous and needed constant reassurance. So, of course, when I flew back to Ohio to visit family, I cheated on him with his brother.

That went on for months. I felt so trapped. He broke into my email and found out about it, and we went through nearly a year trying to fix it. He made me jump through the craziest hoops--he burned my clothes and basically everything I had that was related to life in Ohio, and we got in several fights that were so bad he nearly hit me.
And then I got a new job, met some people my age, and they saw how crazy my life was. I finally had people to help snap me out of it. A friend offered to let me stay with her, and even to stand by my side while I packed my stuff and got out. My mom sent me some cash to get my own place. I feel like my real life started at that moment. I've spent the last 7 years trying to learn how to be a real person, and I feel like I've come really far.
I'm not sure how this turned into telling my life story, lol. That's a very abbreviated version, but yeah...I've changed a LOT. I'm actually really glad I went through all that insane drama. I'm definitely stronger, more confident, and sure as s*it know what I want and what I will and will not tolerate from people in my life. And I'm more understanding of those who have made mistakes, even really big ones, because I've done it.
Um, thanks for reading my novella?