Some Things I Regret
But wouldn’t change
I graduated from high school in 1992. I worked hard academically and got into my first choice school — The University of Wisconsin.
I didn’t go.
I was addicted to my boyfriend, and he was addicted to drama (and drugs). He begged me to stay and go to school in-state. He attempted suicide, and without telling the longer version of why I stayed with him, I just could not leave. Our relationship was rocky. We fought all the time.
My freshman year of college was miserable. I was half on-campus (an hour away from my boyfriend) and half home. I wanted to live like my friends in the dorm, but I could not see how I could enjoy myself and study without being free. I made some very irresponsible decisions, and at the end of the semester, I moved home and enrolled in community college.
My parents moved away and I got an apartment. I thought my boyfriend and I could start over. I was grown up and responsible. While I studied biology and planned for my next move, he used my apartment as the home base for him and his friends to smoke pot and play video games.
I was very excited when I got into the pre-veterinary program at Colorado State. I begged my boyfriend to move away with me. We could have another start. I still could not let him go, but I was leaving.
