My Christmas Memory
By Kristyn, age 20, Massachusetts
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Christmas is by far my favorite holiday of all times. You could say that people call me one of Santa's elves because I get way too involved in the holiday spirit. I even look forward to Thanksgiving because I know on that night I go Christmas shopping, and it seems that is the kick start to preparing for Christmas.
However, of all the Christmases I've had, one memory seems to stick with me the most. It was the Christmas my high school boyfriend and I broke up. I know Christmas is supposed to be the happiest time of the year, but I can assure you it was not the case this particular year.
We had been dating for four years, all of high school. When I went home for Christmas break my freshman year of college we had been a bit rocky. However, I never imagined that we would break up at this particular time. I bought him gifts, and even though we had troubles, I really loved him, and couldn't wait to have Christmas so we could forget about the fighting we were doing. Little did I know what was coming my way.
Every year we had a tradition to see a movie on Christmas night and exchange gifts. It was funny. No matter how much or little money we had, we would always go all out for each other when it came to presents, so I was really excited.
It was 9:00 PM, and he was supposed to be there at 8:00. An hour late. So I called him, and asked what was up. All he could say to me was that he'd decided to go out with his friends and he'd call me tomorrow. I don't know what triggered in my head to end things with him, but that's exactly what I did. The fighting and tears were not going to haunt me any longer.
So we broke up, and I cried myself to sleep. He called the next day thinking I was just mad and I was not serious. I refused to speak to him. He continued to try and fix things with me for a couple of months, and eventually it stopped. I even started seeing someone else.
Oddly enough, this is such a fond Christmas memory to me, because it is the day my life changed. If I had stayed with that boy I probably never would have transferred schools closer to home, and would not have met the amazing boyfriend I am with now.
As far as I am concerned, it may have been a sad Christmas, but it was the only bad one I have had over the past few years.
