My Classmates Were Mean to Me, I Went to a Class Reunion to Get Back at Them – My Story

I was severely bullied through high school, but my husband persuaded me to attend the reunion, saying it would be the best revenge. He was right in the most surprising way, but then, I had to make a decision.

“It’s going to be the best night of your life, darling. You are the most beautiful, amazing, successful woman in this town by far,” my husband, Gage, encouraged me, placing his hands on my shoulders as if he was a football coach giving a pep talk.

I nodded, although the nerves in my stomach begged me to go back to our room and hide under the covers. We were going to my high school reunion, which would usually be exciting, right? Well, not for me.

I was bullied like crazy during my teenage years, and it never stopped. During my freshman year, I was chubby and had braces. Not the best combination. The popular girls mocked me, and I envied their skinny physiques and perfect smiles. My mother often told me I would be one of them soon enough. Ugh… no, thanks. I just wanted them to leave me alone.

My sophomore year started better, as I had lost a ton of weight and only wore retainers for a couple of hours a day. But suddenly, my face broke out with acne, and the Queen Bee of our class, Anya, decided that she hated me now more than ever.

“Ewww! Look at her pimples! Do you even wash your face?” she asked at least once a week when everyone was around. She did it around the boys, too, so soon enough, they joined in on the bullying.

When one guy, Markson, asked me to the winter formal that year, I was ecstatic. But it turned out to be a prank set up by Anya. Yes, such a cliché. But it still hurt like crazy.

Junior year was still bad, but I was so focused on my grades that I tried to ignore everything. Senior year, I mostly kept to myself and never participated in the typical things seniors did. I lost out on it because the people in my grade seemed to hate me.

I didn’t have friends, and I often ate lunch with my guidance counselor, Mrs. Franklin, who was the only nice person at my school. Of course, they mocked me for that, too.

However, college was outstanding. Despite my awkwardness in social situations, I immediately made a great group of friends. We studied together, helped each other out, and had fun in our own ways with game nights, small gatherings, and intellectual discussions. I never knew life would be so sweet until I met Gage.

He was like a mirror of me, except with a few differences that made everything enjoyable. I never imagined he would like me back, but he did. We graduated, got jobs, moved in together, and got married. We still saw our friends for game nights...