I ran into an interesting and rather heartbreaking situation early Tuesday morning. To set things up, ill have to take you back abit.
June 14th of summer 2009, my birthday was the first time we had sex together. And I say sex, cuz it wasnt love. It was just a drunk young lady and a horny guy looking for a birthday present that was alittle more life like than apple pie.
I continued to see this young lady off and on, and eventually we sort of slipped into a relationship about two months ago. It was without a doubt the best relationship ive ever been in, and in my pathetic life ive had 3, so its not saying much. I had alot of fun, and while i was working in another town, she would come and visit everyonce in awhile, and things seemed to be going swimingly until I came back.
Fast forward to this last Tuesday 1:30am *ring**ring* “Hello? Shannon are you ok?”
Shannon my girlfriends best friend is in tears on the phone and asks if I can walk with her. Comeing out of a semi sleep, i quickly put my shoes on and head out the door. I finnally find Shannon, and being pissed off and spitefull at my girlfriend,(who will remain nameless because i hate that bitch) told me that she had cheated on me.
Completly blindsided i didnt know what to do. I eventually get Shannon back to her place, and the thinking begins. The next day as I walk to through my girlfriends front door, i see this panicky look on her face, like she knows, that i know something.
When I confronted her about the cheating she said “What?” to think about what she was going to say next, then quickly said “Yes…But.”
The “but” was preceded by a perfectly acceptable senario where she had sex with a guy while we were not together. Its hard to grasp i know, but we never put a lable on our relationship at the time, so anything preceding the “Were Dating” talk was fine. However, and heres where it gets good, after about 45 minutes of her crying and not talking to me, she finnally comes out with it and said she lied about when it happend and it was actually 2 weeks ago.
Apon the realization of sitting on the bed they fucked on, i quickly gathered my things and stormed out without saying a word.
Tuesday night: I txted her that i forgave her and i wanted to still be with her, becuase im the nicest guy in the world, only to find that she was ignoring me.
Thursday afternoon: The moment of truth finnally arrives after 2 phones calls with messeges and several txts later asking her to talk to me, she comes out of her rock hard black shell and says to me.
“I dont want to be with you, i never wanted to be with you anyway I was happy with what we had before, but then we fell into this relationship and i didnt know what to do. Im sorry i took this long to tell you, but i dont feel bad for what i did and i dont want to ever see you again.”
So you see, apparently my sex is on fire, and im the best lay around. Enough to not want to be in a relationship with, but wanting to come back and fuck my brains out. Meh she wasnt that great anyway, her vagina was canyonous. That should have been my first sign i guess.
Ahh but, have i learned from this situation? Probably not. I just know that Karma is a bitch and shell get knocked up by her cousin becuase of the pain she caused me. The thing that hurt the most, and was the most confusing was that 2 weeks ago,
I told her I was falling in love with her.
She said “I love you too, more than anything.”
Aint that about a bitch.
