A while ago, I was in one of my first ‘serious’ relationships. This was fine, and me and the guy broke up normally and healthily. When I went round to his house the next time, I was told that the words ‘I love you’ meant nothing to him. Naturally, my anxiety told me this meant he’d never believed I loved him and it hurt. I pretended I was alright until I left, and started crying on the street. As I was walking towards my house, two boys from a younger year were on the other side of the road. I made brief eye contact with them and gave them a teary but friendly smile. They took this as invitation to shout for everyone to hear, “(dead name), get your boobs out! Come on!” I still don’t understand why.
