I know some people just bounce right back but I’m not one of those people. I’ve never been one of those people. Hell, I can remember every ice cream cone I every dropped when I was a kid, every toy I lost. It took me two years to get over being fired. I have never forgiven the kid who won the dance contest at performing arts camp when I was sure I was going to win.
I don’t handle disappointment well. I haven’t got the knack.
They tell me that I’ll get over this, that it will get better in time, but I spent six month searching for this dress, and another six months hiding it from him so I could avoid bad luck. My parents spent a fortune on the dinners and the cake. And I spent two hours in the porch at the church expecting him to show up at any minute.
Some people bounce right back, but I just don’t think I can.