The bridge we burned was priceless
After that, things went further south. We broke up before winter break because she was studying abroad the next semester, but we decided to get back together and tried to make it work even while she was gone. After a rocky few months apart, she returned for my graduation and ended things in its aftermath. Unfortunately, I proceeded to burn the bridge between us in the following years, and we've become total strangers to one another.
In the end, that relationship failed for a multitude of reasons (like I said, I was a dumbass) -- but my attitude about her background was one of the biggest ones on my end. It became an almost toxic resentment for no clear reason: on the whole, she was a lovely, grounded person, who worked a campus job, earned her own money, and lived within her means as much as any college student. She was kind, and generous, and aside from the car (which I later found out had been purchased used from a friend specially for her 16th birthday), she made no blatant outward displays of her wealth.
The real issue, then, was that I placed a higher value on class and money than I ever should have. I grouped a girl that I loved -- and yes, through all that, I did love her -- with an unattainable concept of wealth and power that was just that: a concept. I clung to my issues with her money in an ass-backward attempt to mask my own insecurities.
Yes, there are stratified tiers within society. But from my experience, when it comes to interpersonal relationships and someone you really care about, those boundaries only exist insofar as you allow them to.
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Brett Williams is a writer in New York. Yes, he is well aware that he sucks, thank you. Follow him: @bdwilliams910.