As my son and I drove along Lazycreek Road in our small town, we passed Oakbridge Road, and I casually wondered if my ex-friend still lived there. Curious, he asked what had happened between us. Although I felt a bit uncomfortable sharing, I realized he was now an adult at 29, so I decided to open up. I explained that the fallout occurred 40 years ago in 1986 when I was in love with a man who didn’t feel the same way. I had confided in her about becoming intimate with my boyfriend, which was a significant moment for me as it was my first time. To me, it felt like magic, and I viewed him as my soulmate.
My ex-friend and I had been close since middle school, and I had hoped she would keep my secret safe. Unfortunately, she shared it with her boyfriend, who later became her husband. He told her to distance herself from me, labeling me a "slut." At that time, I was in my early 20s and certainly didn’t fit that description. My ex-friend and I came from conservative families, but I was the black sheep in mine. That year, I not only lost my first true love when he broke up with me a few months later, but I also lost a friend due to ignorance and stupidity. I felt a wave of disappointment when I learned that she had moved to Menifee in the 90s. Though this entry may not relate directly to my books, it offers a glimpse into how I draw inspiration for my male characters from real men I've encountered. Comments are appreciated.
(Images used in this blog are for entertainment purposes. BTW, the earrings the woman is wearing in the photo are similar to a pair of earrings I had at the time.)
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