Love, Heartbreak, and Life Is Short
Believe it or not, I was a very shy child. Really. When it was time to go to high school, I went to a coed Catholic school I didn't do well. After I survived one very unhappy year there, I begged my parents to let me attend the all girls Catholic school where a couple of my good girlfriends were. I felt safe there with none of those annoying boys hanging around. Yeah, I was spoiled. I had no idea how expensive that place was. But, I was happy there. In my senior year, we were offered the opportunity to go on a religious retreat somewhere in New York. Yay! I don't know who thought it would be a great idea to have an all girls school and an all boys school attending the same weekend retreat, but it was there I met the boy who was to be my first real love and my first truly devastating heartbreak. David (not his real name...I've changed the name to protect the innocent) was so handsome. He had long blond hair (this was the 1970s, so long blond hair on a Catholic