Theres a chapter in my life that has really bothered me for some time and i was hoping to get your thoughts on it.
It happened 10 years ago now. I was 20.
To cut a long story short, I was in a really happy relationship with a guy and I decided i wanted to work in the south of france. I got myself a job on a campsite there and I managed to get him one too.
I was due to start a month before him so I went down alone.
I cheated on him with another guy on the campsite and me and this other guy started going out.
I feel fucking awful about it. I dont know what i was thinking. I had some major fucked up stuff happen when i was a kid that had led me to choose really bad boyfriends up until then. So this nice guy i was going out with, it was almost like it was just too happy and good. Thats not an excuse, but just to explain - i was quite a fucked up teen and young adult.
The worst part is, i didnt tell the nice guy until he physically arrived at the campsite. I just didnt know how, although before he arrived he sensed something was wrong and kept asking me to talk. The new (horrible) guy told me to just lie to him. But i couldnt. So on the very first day the nice guy arrived, in fact the first hour, i broke down and told him.
Initially he was heartbroken, and then he became fucking furious.
Rather than go home or find a different job (which is what i would have done), he stayed and basically told everyone. Which is fair enough.
What bothers me is that for the next 5 months i was basically punished by everyone else on the campsite. For those who dont know this kind of setting, you work long hours and live in really close quarters with your colleagues. So there was basically no escape.
The nice guy was really verbally aggressive to me, tried to stare me put of places if we found ourselves in the same place, and when i arrived at the beach bar one night pushed me and i fell, nobody really responded. The other guys continuously made comments to try and bring me down, pretty much every day - stuff about my appearance, humiliating me, trying to ridicule me, sometimes in front of clients.
I find it interesting in retrospect that it was all the men who were essentially bullying me. The women just kept their distance from me, except for one girl who was brilliant and we've remained friends since.
I always beat myself up about this time in my life, because not only was it a really dickish thing for me to do, the cheating, i also handled it incredibly badly by not telling him straight away.
But this time has always made me feel really dark and uneasy for some reason and i think its because i was actually bullied. What made it worse was the new guy (we didnt stay together, naturally) had none of this, even though he had cheated on his girlfriend too (i know - what a couple!). In fact, nice guy and him actually started to get on. I cant help wonder if theres something a bit sexist in that.
So i guess i wanted to qrite this to get it off my chest and also to ask you - do you think i deserved it?