We went to high school together, basically never spoke, different crowds...blah blah blah. We reconnected on facebook, and soon we were talking every day. After a week or so he confesses that he has a live-in girlfriend. He's been with her for years. He plans on marrying her. YUCKO. We continue anyway. We get close. Too close. We don't go a day without talking. One day last fall he visits Stupidly Small Town. He comes to see me at work. We kiss. Weeks later I get a drunken call where he confesses that he's in love with me, but that he can't leave his girlfriend. I finally tell him that I can't continue with this. We "break up." It never sticks. We have broken up 7 times over the past year. Yes, it's been a year. Yes, I am a moron. Anygay (haha - typo, but I'm leaving it), yesterday, probably because he deduced that I am seeing someone, he sends me this:
MWFHS:
"I'm infatuated with you. I won't bullshit you and say love, though I think it's possible...probable, cause you got pissed at me last time I said I loved you. I know love takes time. No doubt I could love you though...you're the most innately lovable person I've ever met. The way I feel...I know it's not fair to you...but it makes me question everything. Everything. I am living my life...always, always...a decision and a plane ride away from you. From showing up at your door( which I still Google Earth and stare at, makes me feel closer to you), scooping you up, and starting this life together that a big part of me thinks we're destined to have together, ordained, blessed by something bigger than us. Did I tell you I ran across our high school graduation program when I was packing some boxes this weekend? First thing I did was look for your name...just stared at it. And I miss you. I keep racking my brain...why the hell didn't we talk in high school? We could've had years together, maybe a lifetime. I think we could have been high school sweethearts. And now I'm across the fucking country. And I'm confused. And questioning everything. I miss you every fucking day. Every fucking day it is a struggle to keep from calling you. I miss you. I know you said that you had to move on and find someone that could actually have a future with you. Let me tell you something, Sunshine (that's his name for me) you will always be a part of my future because I can't go 2 minutes without thinking about you."
And that, folks, is one reason I am screwed up.
Screw you (not really, love to the little peeps),
Annabelly
I would pick a trained monkey over him anyday...just saying
ReplyDeletePadma,
ReplyDeleteYou are very wise in the ways of monkeys and men.
Annbelly, he incontestably has issues.
ReplyDeletePlease break-up with him an 8th time and try and make it stick.
hmphf. what a jackhole. i'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but who does this? stays with one girl while saying he can't go 2 minutes without thinking about the other?? girl - guard your heart.
ReplyDeleteOh MWFHS. My dear SBC's twin. What are we doing? Seriously??!!
ReplyDeleteAnd Michelle, I am so glad you used the word jackhole. I have been trying to think where I first heard that word for the last couple weeks. I love it so. These dudes need to join Jackholes Anonymous or something.
Dear Peeps,
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love you all. I truly am trying to make it stick with the 8th break up. He is, indeed, a jackhole and an ass hat. From now on, every time he says something sweet, I am going to remember him the way he was in high school - pimply with a white guy FRO.