So I went to my senior prom with my then-boyfriend (who I ended up marrying 3 years later--both of us marrying early to escape bad parents). I get all pretty and feel pretty decent about myself, thinking I'm not the troll-freak I usually feel like. Well, NAM decides that right before I walk out the door with my date, she's gonna burst my tiny bubble of happiness.
"Your hair doesn't look as good as it usually does. I've seen it look so much better than this."
She didn't actually slap me. Well, not that time anyway. But I felt like she had punched me in the gut, and all the air had been sucked out of my body.
You know how parents usually take pictures of their kids before they head out to dances, especially the Senior Prom? Not NAM. No way.
Boyfriend was standing right there when she said that and was speechless. He had not witnessed her cruelty toward me yet, and little did he know that there would be so much more to come.
Here is a picture of me and boyfriend in his parents' yard, just before leaving to go to the Prom (May 1990). I blacked out his face for privacy reasons.