Reclaiming My Time: On Why I’m Not Attending My Class Reunion.
Updated: May 15, 2021
I’m pretty proud of where I am 20 years later. And, I think I still look pretty good. That said, I will not be attending. And I am unapologetic about it. In the words of Auntie Maxine Waters, I’m “reclaiming my time
So, why am I not attending? It’s really not that complicated.
My (long time ex) boyfriend (of ten years) married a woman in my graduating class (we weren’t friends, but acquaintances).
“Well, that’s not that bad, you’re trippin'”, you might be thinking.
The thing is, they hooked up while he and I were still together — living together, in fact. She knew it and didn’t give a fuck (I mean, she really didn’t need to give a fuck about me; I don’t expect her to — but y’all know what they say about how a relationship begins — it typically ends the same way; plus it’s mad thirsty and snaky).
Nonetheless, I found out he was cheating, moved out (of his condo), and to make a long story short, they ended up getting married.
In any case, I’ve long since moved on from that situation. I harbor no hard feelings (a tinge of petty anger, yes — but, bitterness, no; there is a difference). Hell, he and I even keep in touch, sporadically (Well, we did — I’m sure that will cease now that I’ve spoken, or bore witness to, my truth and asserted my right to control the narrative).
Having said that, why in hell would I voluntarily subject myself to being in the same spaces as the happy couple. Especially around people who know both wifey and I — some of them knowing what went down. Why would I participate in that? There’s no doubt that there are folks who would take pleasure absorbing the negative energy emanating from that elephant in the room. I just want no part of it.
So, there you have it.
Plus, fuck high school reunions and all they represent. Meanwhile, I’ll just be sippin’ my tea, and reclaiming MY TIME. In other words, my time and comfort are much too valuable to participate in a charade society deems somehow meaningful. Why open up an old wound that I will be forced to nurse back closed? No. Just no.
** Also, please refrain from tagging me/contacting me on social media about anything related to this charade. And, feel free to continually reference this post, if you remain confused.