You know what really hurts?
Seeing pictures of a lovely Newport wedding on Facebook.
A lovely Newport wedding that happens to be the wedding of a used to be close friend from college.
A lovely Newport wedding, where the guest list consists of people you spent four years with, cried with, laughed with, and drank with. You shared hopes, dreams, parties, cars, held their hair back, held them when they were sad.
A guest list that all suddenly dropped you like a hot potato when your relationship with your ex didn’t work out, and they all sided with him (because he was in the wedding party).
A guest list where you thought you were friends outside of that relationship, and were sorely mistaken, considering you learned about the engagement through someone else (and Facebook).
It hurts to think that I was the one that was exiled. I have no happy memories of college now.