A Letter to the Guy Who Thought He Could Play Me

A Letter to the Guy Who Thought He Could Play Me

Life is about choices sir and you chose the immature answer, both of us.
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Every now and then a girl finds herself in a spot where she realizes that the guy she's talking to may be playing her. My moment of realization came when I overheard two girls talking about how the guy I had been talking to had a girlfriend back at school. After confronting him about it and him denying the validity of it, I decided to do some research and found that he did indeed have a girlfriend for at least part of the time we had been "committed to talking to only each other," so this open letter is not only for him but also for all the other guys who have played girls.

To the guy who thought he could play me,

I bet you thought I wouldn't find out about this, did you? I bet you thought that you could continue having your cake and eating it too. Except thats not the way the world works sir, and I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that. Life is about choices, where to live, what to have for dinner, and who you decide to get into a relationship with. And I understand your struggle, I truly do, because I too am also an indecisive person. I'm the last person to decide on something but unlike you, I eventually make a choice. You had two choices, A or B, and you chose answer C, both of us.

Except thats not exactly fair is it sir. That choice isn't fair to me, its certainly not fair to the other girl, and its also not fair to you. Its not fair to me because I deserve to be with someone who wants to be with me and only me. I deserve someone who wants to give me all of their attention, not just 50% of it. And most importantly I deserve someone who wouldn't blink an eye about cheating. Its also not fair to your girlfriend because this poor girl has no idea of the kind of person you truly are. She doesn't know the words you've told me or the pictures you've sent me. She doesn't know the kind of person you truly are. And lastly this isn't fair to you either sir. You deserve to have the maturity and respect it takes to make a commitment to one person. Because choosing to have both of us in your life is choosing to take the immature route of just not choosing at all.

And until you find that sense of respect and maturity I feel bad for the other girls you get involved with in your life. Because quite frankly, I'm done and over it. I'm moving on to someone who wants me, all of me.

Sincerely,

The "other girl" who finally learned the truth

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The Coach That Killed My Passion

An open letter to the coach that made me hate a sport I once loved.
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I fell in love with the game in second grade. I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass and every move I could think of. Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be.

I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

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Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

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Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

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I have heard that college students are more accepting of disabilities than most high schoolers, which puts me at ease a little bit.

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I am also realizing as I go through the roommate process that students are not properly informed on disabilities and how to treat others with disabilities. I shouldn't have to worry about if people are going to accept me for something I can't control. Students should be nice and accept people of all different abilities. But it's easier said than done.

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