My Jr. High Bully How I told him off and what happened next.
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My jr. high bully was the stereotypical big, dumb, popular jock. Everyone loved him and he hated me. A lot. I was a brainy little dork and, worse yet, a transplant from “the city.” I did not know my place and he felt it was his job to put me in it—to let me know that he found me ugly, that no one liked me and that I would never fit in. His minions followed suit. By eighth grade my father had to physically force me to go to school. When I locked myself in the bathroom to avoid the taunts of the popular kids, the school sent the guidance counselor and the janitor to get me out.
Things got better. High school brought a cool boyfriend and a fun group of friends. College was the most fun I’ve ever had. Still, as I'm sure many of you bunnies know, those wounds run deep.
So when I ran into him again at a party the summer after everyone had graduated college, I reflexively hid behind my friend. He still scared me. But he saw me anyway, came up to me and ….gave me a big hug, asked how I was and generally acted like we were the best of friends. Which REALLY PISSED ME OFF! How dare he?!?!