I have my 20 year HS reunion this summer, but I chickened out and decided not to go (it's next month). I may go to the next one. I did go to the 10th, but it was like reliving HS all over again.
My HS reunion was this past Saturday and even though I'd met some girls I'd graduated with in Nashville in March, I was much dreading this event. I got pregnant my junior year, got married, had a son, and divorced on my son's first bday which was two days before I graduated from HS. Obviously I was so busy with other activities and due to my indiscretion (considered that by many, especially parents) few friends were around through those last two years. I didn't know where or if I'd fit in.
I'd skipped reunions before due to this fact pre-depression, so you can imagine the intensity of the anxiety with this reunion.
I was part of the group; the old "clicks" had dissolved, I fit in with everyone, and I had a blast! I danced most of the evening, socialized with old friends and bragged, as everyone else did, on my son and his family!
