I was left for a "skank" in college. It totally broke me. I was/am kinda quiet and demure and hadn't been with many guys and wasn't much of a partier during that time, was concerned with school more so than staying out late/drunk every night. I loved him but had my own life and was independent. She was a "party whore" she had hooked up with many of his friends and was loud and had her tongue pierced and flirted with anyone with a penis. She had bleached blonde hair and dressed provocative and loved drama and was scandalous. A friend of his later told me that she had confessed she was very proud of herself for taking him away from me.
Fast forward 8 years later. I get a call from him. He got my number from one of our mutual friends. They had married and were divorcing. She dragged him through hell and back and took him for all he was worth. I don't feel sorry for him, only for their daughter who has to put up with their BS. She's already remarried and has another kid with the new husband. I got my apology after all those years, he actually had the audacity to ask me, "Jen...how could you let me do that to you?"
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?