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We got on our bikes and made our way to a lesser known
hiking trail a few miles away. I’d asked before where the
trail led when we’d ridden across it several weeks before
and Kyle had given me the underwhelming answer of
“nowhere interesting”.
We pulled up to trail head and leaned our bikes against the
wooden sign post which read “West Rim Prescott Ore Trail”.
“Why are so many trails around here named Prescott?” I
asked. “Is this Prescott Mountain or something?”
Kimber laughed. “No, dummy, it’s because of the
Prescott’s. You know, the family that lives in the mansion
up on Fairmont. Mr. Prescott and his son Jimmy own like
half the businesses in town.”
“ More than half,” Kyle agreed.
“Which ones? Does he own the Game Stop?” The only store
in Drisking I really cared about.
“I don’t know about that one,” Kyle wound a lock around the
4 bikes and clicked the bar into place, then spun the
numbers on the dial. “But like the hardware store, the
pharmacy, Gliton’s on 2nd and the newspaper.”
“Did they start this town?” I asked.
“Nah, mining started the town. I think they-“
“I want to go home.” Parker had been so quiet I’d
completely forgotten he was there.
“You can’t go home,” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Mom said I had
to bring you. Now come on, it’s only like a two mile walk.”
“I wanna take my bike.” Parker answered.
“Too bad, we’re going off trail.”
“I don’t wanna go. I’ll stay with the bikes.”
“Don’t be such a wussy.”
“I’m not!“
“Kyle, be nice!” Kimber hissed. “He’s only 5.”
“I’m 6!” Parker objected.
“I’m sorry, 6. You’re 6.” Kimber smiled at him.
“Alright fine, he can hold your hand if he wants. But he’s
coming.” Kyle turned and started up the trail.
Parker face fell into an undignified frown but when the
charming Kimber stuck her hand out and wiggled her
fingers at him, he took it.
Kyle was right, it wasn’t a long walk – only a half mile down
the trail and then another half mile hike on a well tread path
up the mountain. It was a steep climb though, and by the
time we got to the treehouse, I was winded.
“What do you think?” Kyle asked, excitedly.
“It’s…” I studied the tree as I caught my breath. “It’s pretty
awesome,” I smiled. And it was. They hadn’t lied, the
treehouse was the biggest I’d ever seen. It had multiple
rooms and there were actual curtains in the windows. A
sign above the door said “Ambercot Fort” and a rope ladder
hung below the threshold, missing several planks. |
On the last Saturday before school started, Kyle and Kimber
told me they were going to take me somewhere special,
somewhere we hadn’t been yet – the Triple Tree.
“What’s a ‘triple tree’?” I asked.
“It’s a totally awesome, totally huge treehouse out in the
woods.” Kyle said excitedly.
“Pfft, whatever, Kyle. Come on, you guys, if there was a
freakin’ treehouse you would have showed it to me already.”
“Na-uh, we wouldn’t’ve,” Kyle shook his head. “There’s a
ceremony for first-timers and everything.”
Kimber nodded eagerly in agreement, her dark orange curls
bouncing off of her tiny shoulders. “Yep, it’s true Sam. If
you enter the treehouse without the proper ceremony you’ll
disappear and then you’ll die.”
My face fell. Now I knew they were making fun of me.
“That’s a lie! You guys are lying to me!”
“No we’re not!” Kimber insisted.
“Yeah, we’ll show you! We just have to get a knife for the
ceremony and we’ll go.”
“What? Why do you need a knife? Is it a blood ceremony?” I
whispered.
“No way!” Kimber promised. “You just say some words and
carve your name into the Triple Tree.”
“Yup, it takes like one minute.” Kyle agreed.
“And it’s a really cool treehouse?” I asked.
“Oh yeah.” Kyle promised.
“Okay, I guess I’ll do it then.”
Kyle insisted on using the same knife he used during his
own ceremony but we paid a price to get it. Mrs. Landy just
happened to be home with her youngest son Parker and
despite Kyle’s many objections his mother insisted he take
his six year old brother with him.
“Mom, we’re going to the treehouse, it’s only for older kids.
Parker can’t go!”
“I don’t care if you’re going to see an Exorcist movie
marathon, you’re taking your brother with you. I need a
break, Kyle, can’t you understand that? And I’m sure your
friends won’t mind.” She flashed Kimber and me a
challenging look. “Right?”
“No, not at all,” Kimber said and I nodded in agreement.
Kyle made a loud, dramatic sigh and called his brother.
“Parker, put your shoes on, we’re leaving now!”
I’d met the youngest Landy several times before and found
that he was as unlike his older brother in looks as in
disposition. Where Kyle was a wild, excitable fireball with
hair to match, I found Parker to be an anxious, fidgety boy
with small eyes and dark brown hair. |
Thankfully, we moved over the summer and I had months of
free time to explore the town. When Dad started his new job
at the sheriff’s office, Mom drove us around the city
commenting on this and that. The city was much, much
smaller than St. Louis but also a lot nicer. There were no
‘bad’ areas and the entire town looked like something you’d
see on a post card. Drisking was built in a mountain valley
surrounded by healthy forest land with walking trails and
crystal clear lakes. I was 9, it was summer and this was
heaven.
We’d only been living in Drisking a week or so when our next
door neighbors came to introduce themselves: Mr. and Mrs.
Landy and their 10 year old son Kyle. While our parents
talked and drank mimosas, I watched the Landy’s lanky,
red-headed son hung out in the doorway, shyly eyeing the
PS2 in the living room.
“Uh, do you play?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not really.”
“Do you wanna? I just got Tekken 4.”
“Um…” Kyle glanced at his mom, who had just been handed
her third mimosa. “Yeah. Sure.”
And that afternoon, with the ease and simplicity of our age,
Kyle and I became best friends. We spent the cool summer
mornings outside exploring the Ozarks and the hot
afternoons in my living room playing the PS2. He introduced
me to the only other kid in the neighborhood our age: a
skinny, quiet girl named Kimber Destaro. She was shy but
friendly and always up for anything. Kimber kept up with us
so well that she quickly became the third wheel on our
tricycle.
With my dad at work all the time, my mom consumed with
her new friendships and my sister locked in her room all
day, the summer was ours to take and take it we did. Kyle
and Kimber showed me where all the best hiking trails were,
which lakes were the best (and most accessible by bike),
and where the best stores were in town. By the time the first
day of school rolled around in September I knew I was
home. |
This story is about a place that dwells on the mountain; a place where bad things happen. And you may think you know about the bad things, you may decide you have it all figured out but you don’t. Because the truth is worse than monsters or men. At first I was upset when they told me we were moving to some little town out in the Ozarks. I remember staring at my dinner plate while I listened to my sister throw a temper tantrum unbefitting of a 14 year old honors student. She cried, she pleaded, and then she cursed at my parents. She threw a bowl at my dad and told him it was all his fault. Mom told Whitney to calm down but she stormed off, slamming every door in the house on the way to her room. I secretly blamed my dad as well. I’d heard the whispers too, my dad had done something wrong, something bad and the sheriff’s department had reassigned him to some little out of the way county to save face. My parents didn’t want me to know that, but I did. I was nine so it didn’t take me too long to warm to the idea of a change; it was like an adventure. New house! New school! New friends! Whitney, of course, felt the opposite. Moving to a new school at her age is hard, moving away from her new boyfriend, however, was even harder. While the rest of us packed up our things and said our goodbyes, Whitney sulked and cried and threatened to run away from home. But a month later when we pulled up to our new house in Drisking, Missouri she was sitting right next me texting viciously on her phone. |
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8. You realize he or she has become a
stranger.
The final nail in any relationship’s coffin is
the realization the person you thought you
were going to spend the rest of your life with
is a stranger to you. Sure, you might have the
memories and feelings you still do for this
person – the weekend away, how you told him
you loved him – but who he fundamentally is
to you has drastically and perhaps irrevocably
shifted and transformed.
You don’t have the same ideals, the same
dreams, the same supportive bond to each
other you used to have. He is not the person
you fell in love with, the person you shared a
relationship with, and can you really continue
a relationship on that? It’s impossible, untrue,
and unfair, both to yourself and to the other
person involved. Finding yourself lying next to
a stranger who you used to call your one true
love means you have to end the relationship,
or spend years in regret and lying to him and
yourself about what you really want. Life’s too
short, after all. |
7. You can’t get excited about the idea of
marrying this person.
Marriage isn’t for everyone and that’s okay,
but a way to assess whether or not it might be
time to end the relationship, is to look to a
possible future and imagine yourself getting
married to your current partner. Not just the
idea of marriage, but the whole shindig. The
physical act of marriage. Chances are if you’re
at the end of your relationship’s path, the idea
of marrying this person and consigning
yourself to potentially years of marriage with
him or her sends a cold shiver down your
spine and makes you feel absolutely terrified.
Getting married is a bit of an extreme
circumstance, perhaps, but the idea of any
form of strong, serious commitment with a
person can induce feelings of panic and fear,
and might be a strong indicator and sign it’s
time to end the relationship. Things have run
their course, maybe, and while it’s nice to
cling to the idea of changing and getting over
it, it’s not fair to the other person who might
be more committed and ready to take that step
where you cannot just yet. |
6. You can’t see a future with him or her.
The most important point of being in a
relationship is the idea of creating a future
together, shaping and designing your life you
are actively choosing to share with your
significant other. If you cannot imagine a
future with this person, then it brings about
the question about why you are in the
relationship to begin with and why you’re
choosing to remain in a situation with which
you have little emotional investment.
That isn’t to say having casual relationships
are stupid or pointless – they can be fun and
an enjoyable experience – but if you’re in a
full-on, long-term relationship with someone,
the idea of spending the rest of your life with
this person has to be a large contributing
factor to the relationship. If you’re not seeing
or wanting to envision a future with this
person, then it’s time to end the relationship
and move on. |
5. You fantasize about life with someone
else.
Everyone fantasizes – it’s a part of human
nature, the ability to dream and creatively
envision that which may or may not have
been, or all that could have been, in either a
positive or negative way. However, it begins to
negatively affect your relationship when you
cannot channel your energies into being in a
relationship with your current significant
other, instead choosing to daydream about a
life with someone else – or, more honestly,
anyone else .
This isn’t the same as having a little pleasant
daydream about Liam Hemsworth or Kate
Upton or Laverne Cox, and then going on in
your daily life. The kind of fantasizing we’re
talking about here is the persistent, half-
serious daydreaming about someone who’s
caught your eye and whom you could
seriously see yourself sharing a life with.
Maybe it’s the cute co-worker who always sits
next to you and shares snacks with you, or the
barista at the coffee shop who knows you by
name and gives you a special smile. If you’re
going down this route, then perhaps you’ve
already given up on your relationship
psychologically and emotionally, and it might
be time to end the relationship you’re
currently in. |
4. You no longer have any fun.
Relationships are supposed to be fun, and
joyous, and if you’ve lost that from the
relationship, it might be time to end the
relationship if you find yourself unable to
retrieve and reawaken the sense of fun you no
doubt once shared with your significant other.
Days have become dull, every attempt at
excitement or some happiness-inducing
activity is met with malaise or a general
distaste for something that breaks you out of
your routine. Nothing kills so much as endless,
anodyne routine, and that’s the same with
relationships.
A relationship should be responsible and
grown up as well as fun, so there should
always be a balancing of both sides. Being
responsible and able to cut loose means you
have the best of both worlds. If you’ve grown
tired of the relationship, you’ve got to realize
life is way too short to be with someone who
doesn’t appreciate the same sort of fun you
have, and if you’ve had this discussion more
than enough times without gaining any
compromise or leeway, it might be right to
end the relationship. |
3. You no longer make plans with him or
her in mind.
This one ties deeply into the idea if you’ve
slowly been pushing your significant other out
of your life psychologically, it’s time to
actually remove them. We all make plans for
the future, even if they only go so far as the
next few weeks or month or so, and your
significant other should always be considered
as a part of them, even if the plans don’t
directly involve him or her.
No longer making plans with your partner in
mind is one of the major signs it’s time to end
the relationship – if you’re not making plans
with your significant other in mind, he’s no
longer a big part of what you hold dear. If
you’re subconsciously seeing him in a
transient way, i.e. as if he’s not a permanent
fixture or a solid part of your life, then you’ve
already psychologically let go and are just
treading water. End the relationship so both
of you can move on. |
2. You realize you have different values.
We all have our own values that are
important to us – security, freedom, a
conservative family, a liberal family, an open
marriage. Whatever your values are, that’s
fine, but when they begin to rub
uncomfortably against your significant other,
it might be an early warning sign all is not
right in paradise and it might be time to end
the relationship.
Every relationship has a process of
compromise, negotiation and assimilation of
your partner’s values into your life, but
sometimes values are too distinct and different
to ever be reconciled without a drastic
compromise that will likely cause a rift as one
of you struggles against what you really want
and what you’ve decided you must become in
order to fulfill the other person’s needs. If this
is a serious problem in your relationship, it’s
best for both parties to end the relationship
and move on. |
1. You don’t trust each other any more.
Trust is one of the most important parts of
any relationship and when you lose that, it’s
almost certainly time to end the relationship.
The signs your relationship has gone through
this is simple – you find yourself questioning
the other person’s motives, abilities and
reasons all the time. Everything from why
she’s acting so nice to you, to how much you
trust her to take something that is important to
you and respect it.
If there’s mutual distrust on either side, it can
lead to absolute crumbling of the relationship
and the foundations it was built on, causing
jealousy, anger, possessiveness and other
negative feelings to leak free and poison the
already tenuous relationship. Hitting this point
is very hard to come back from and one of the
reasons it might be right to end the
relationship. |
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