I was in college dating my high school sweetheart of over 3 years. Our relationship had reached a "funny" stage. I was playing football and she was a commuter student living about 30 minutes away, so we really only saw each other like that on weekends.
I can't explain it fully but other than not really seeing each other like we used to, shyt was starting to feel off. She had opened up a Black Planet page back in the day when it was hot like that. The Black Planet thing started irking me because it was obvious she was talkin to dudes up there. Her explanation was that she wanted to find friends, or in her words, someone that could be "like a brother" to her
We had our back and forth over this but I couldn't prove anything. Come to find out, she had given a nikka her number off there and they had been talkin on the phone. Long story short, after a bunch of arguments, she made it out to be innocent.
So being young and dumb, and to show my "trust," I let it go. In fact, the ether that transpired in the name of trust is still
to think about.
It turns out the dude knew one of my homies who was having an end of the year cookout. It also turns out that he was invited to the same cookout me and my girl were invited to. So she gets a great idea. Since all three of us are going, Hey Blue Moon, dude doesn't have a ride, how about you pick him up when we go
Once again, being a young dumb ass in love and showing his trust, I'm like cool, I ain't insecure.
Ol' girl drives up to my crib first because she was supposed to spend the weekend with me. She brings her overnight bag and all that. Cool. We hit the road to pick up her "friend" and to go to the cookout.
I pick dude up and he gets in the backseat and we're making small talk. Nothing crazy is being said but it has an undertone of being awkward. We get to the cookout and the whole time it's awkward as fukk and we're kind of going through the motions. Dude, who is supposedly just a friend seems to feel the awkwardness and keeps his distance from her and chills with other people. She also makes no real effort to talk to him and whatnot, and is kind of spaced out for the whole cookout.
So when we decide to bounce (dude is gonna crash there or got another ride), we're getting ready to hit the tunnel and she's like "I think I'm going to go home instead of spending the weekend with you."
I'm like
She grabs up her overnight bag and heads back home and we don't talk on the phone or anything that night. The next day we don't really talk until the evening when we're both on AIM. And she said she wants to break up...
I call her to confirm and yeah, it's over. She swore she just went home that night and didn't go see ol' dude. I'll never know. She said she wasn't breaking up to be with or mess with ol' dude. I'll never know.
What I do konw is that when I told my aunts the story of the breakup after the dust settled, one of them told me more than one family member had seen her in wal-mart with a dude that fit his description and she had the
face. They didn't wanna say anything in case it was a cousin or something and fukk my shyt up unnecessarily.
So many L's in one story...
Fast forward 5 years (last year). We hadn't spoken in those 5 years. I had since moved away with a job and am married now eatin good. My homie that I went to high school with is military so I went back home to visit him for his going away before he got sent off somewhere else.
We got fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked up that night. And after the club I came home talkin crazy and the subject of ol' girl came up. He said fukk it I'ma call her. He put the phone to my ear and I was like
cuz I literally hadn't heard ol' girl's voice in 5 years. But since I was drunk I couldn't stop laughing because of how little I cared. It's hard to explain, but after she played me I was pissed off and changed a little bit for a while. But fast forward and my life is totally different and I had no anger in my body cuz I was doin good and couldn't care less. A beautiful feeling.
I laugh and hand dude the phone back and jokingly tell him to tell her to bring her ass up here then (about an hour drive... at 3 or 4 a.m.) I pass out for a little bit and wake up and go downstairs and ol' girl is there
I didn't revenge fukk or anything, but the fact that she got outta bed in the middle of the night and drove an hour to see me feels like a win.
Oh yeah, and on another visit home, one of my friends told me they were kicking with her and they slipped up and mentioned that I was coming home to catch up. Word got back to me that when that was brought up her face dropped and she buried her face in her hands like "I told myself I wouldn't cry..." It was her birthday!
Took a massive L, but truer words have never been spoken. Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me
He serious.
and just the simple "bytch in the room sleep rite now"
