Allergic to Skin (my horrible life)

My classmates have always been scared of me. It’s not because I’m a buIIy, but it’s because of my skin disease.

My body parts are often swollen and covered in bruises. That’s why many kids called me the ‘blue Huntchback of Notredam.”

The only person who defended me was Paul. He didn’t mind how I looked. And that’s why he asked me to become his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes. But there was one problem: His parents.

When they saw my skin all swollen and blue, they thought I was a freak and asked “what’s wrong with you?”

I said “I have a skin disease called “Chronic Idiopathic Hives” and whenever someone or something touches me, I’ll have an allergic-like reaction to it. But don’t worry, it’s not contagious.”

His mom responded “My son won’t date a freak like you. He deserves a pretty girl that won’t embarrass him in public.”

Her words hit me like a slap in the face. But Paul came to my defence and screamed “mom, you are so fat, why don’t you care about your own problems first?”

When we got into Paul’s room. He said “I don’t care about my parents opinion. I love you and that’s all that matters.”
And of course, I loved Paul back. But the next time his mom saw me, she asked, “If you will have kids, will they look as monstrous as you?”

Then she put her finger on my forehead and pushed me back. A few minutes later, I was left with a small bruise that stayed for several days.

Of course, I was too scared to go back to Paul’s home. Instead, we started seeing each other inside a forest next to our school. There we had total privacy and could do whatever we wanted.

We often kissed so much that my lips turned blue. And one time he pressed his hand against my breast with so much force, that it turned into 1 big blue bruise for the next 2 weeks.

We were happy as one could be, until Paul told me that his parents were sending him away to live with his aunt in a different state.

My heart broke into a million pieces. I’d been so sure we would stay together forever, but that was just a teenage dream. Paul said, “You know I love you. I always will. But it’s not worth it. My parents make my life hell because I’m dating you. And it’s better if we just break up.”

I responded, “It’s ok and I hope you will be happy in your new life.” I tried to not look sad because I didn’t wanna make it harder for him. But after he said goodbye, I sat down under a tree and cried late into the night.

I knew if it wasn’t for my skin disease, Paul and I would have stayed a couple. But life isn’t always fair. And after Paul was gone, the other kids in school started making fun of me again.

I was so happy when I finally graduated. I wanted to start all over and that’s why I moved to New York.

There I studied economics for three years and even dated a new guy. But whenever my skin had a strong allergic reaction, I could see the disgust in his face.

One night we slept next to each other and while I was sleeping, he wrote his name into my skin with his fingernail. It wasn’t long before it was swollen so much that I woke up. I wanted to scream when I looked into a mirror and saw what he’d done.

He thought it was funny. But I didn’t, so I broke up with him and tried to focus more on college, but studying was never easy. Some days, my body was completely covered in hives, bruises and swellings. They were itching so much, that all I could do was lie in bed and cry.

I barely graduated, but still managed to get a job at an investment bank. It paid 40,000 dollars a year, which wasn’t much, but barely enough for New York.

Unfortunately, my skin disease got so bad that I couldn't go to work anymore and got fired. That was the darkest moment of my life. My skin was hurting like hell and I’d lost my job.

I was about to give up on life, so instead of finding a new job, I moved into a homeless shelter. All I did was lie in bed, depressed and scratching my skin.

Finally, I wondered “Is there anything I wanna do before I DlE?”

The answer was ‘Yes’! I wanted to see Paul one last time. I wanted to see if he was happy.

So I tracked him down and found out that he was working for a consultancy firm in Washington. Then I took a bus and went to surprise him.

Of course, I was nervous about meeting him again. He’d done well in life, but I’d failed at everything. I was afraid of his judgment, but I was also desperate to see him again, so I waited in front of his office building.

When he came out and saw me, he cried, “Oh my god! Christine! It’s so nice to see you. How are you doing?”I said, “I’m good, I just wanted to catch up with an old friend.”
He said “sure" and we went to a restaurant. There he told me about his job and how he had to work 80 hours a week. But when he asked me how I was doing, I blushed and looked away.

He said “come on, I’m your friend. You can tell me anything.”

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