What more can I say about what has occurred this weekend other than it was an eye-opening experience that I will never forget. I drove over 2 hours on Friday to get to Sacramento from my home here in the Bay Area to visit a "friend" of mine that I was dating at the time. We argued on Friday and Saturday night after alcohol was both in our systems; I will take the brunt of the reason for the argument on Saturday. But, when someone drives so far to see someone, you would hope that they would not leave you at their apartment by yourself in a strange town. So then, here I am, Saturday night, half drunk and belligerent as fuck stuffing my clothes into my overnight bag getting ready to drive back home.
I drive 30 miles, call a friend of mine in Vallejo, and receive a call from the "friend" whom had left me in the first place. I decide to turn around and try to work things out with the friend back at their apartment all the while thinking to myself, "I gotta bad feeling about this." Let's not forget the open pregnancy test box I had found in her cabinet which obviously wasn't for me seeing as we never had sex. But, let's not go off on a tangent; so I pull up to her apartment and it is about 1:30 AM now Sunday morning and I am tired as hell from the alcohol that I had consumed previous hours before.
She wallows into the apartment all drunk and changes into her pajamas; we begin to talk. All the while, I have noticed over the time that I have know this girl that she is completely nonchalant about our quarrels whether as if I was present of not, it didn't really matter to her. I told myself repeatedly that I would not give up the next great person I would meet (like I had done before with Shean in DC). We mend things, so I thought and preceed to go to sleep. She awakes me at 8AM and I go back to sleep after a bit of fooling around. I arise back again at 12 noon that day (Sunday) to call my father while she prepares breakfast.
Now this is where it gets a little fucked up! I am standing in the living room of her studio apartment where I hear someone rattling keys in her door. The chain to the door is latched and I see another man peering into the door looking dead at me. I don't fully realize whom this could be. She seems a bit startled by this, and I ask whom it is. She merely replies the biggest piece of shit for a lie I have ever heard,"It's nobody important; it's an old friend." She goes outside to talk to the guy and I say,"Fuck this!" to myself and proceed to get dressed. She immediately walks back into the apartment and locks the door and I ask her once more whom it is. This time there's a different answer,"He's an old friend; he is my ex-boyfriend."
I proceed to ask her,"Why does he have a key to your house if he's your ex?" Mind you...a little back story on me and this girl....I met her in May...she allegedly "was going through some shit with her family" and stopped talking to me without and calls, texts, or anything....she calls me a month ago in January to make a mends....we begin to date.
I knew all the while even back in May that she had a boyfriend she was not telling me about. She was always distant, and would disappear for days at a time without a trace. Now it all makes sense....
When I met her in May...she was also seeing this guy (the door guy)....she put me on the back burner for this guy....I stopped talked to her....things didn't work out for them...so she decided to comeback to me in January....now the ex boyfriend is back in her life....
I am pissed the fuck off! I have no idea how I should feel right now. Long story short, I drove home; I am so confused. I guess I'll have to charge this to the game and keep movin'
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