The saga of quite likely the worst - and craziest - person ever to grace my life continues. For the next few months of our relationship, or should I say 'relationship', we rarely saw each other. It might be even fair to say taht overall we we were only together a handful of times, and every time we were together was not because I had asked her to come visit, it was because she had to come down for a gig and she naturally needed a place she could crash for free afterwards. Me going up to visit her was out of the question - she was, after all, a married woman.
It's really strange looking back now, but I can't really recall If I ever truly felt anything for her - emotionally speaking. I was fascinated, dazzled, found her incredibly intriguiing and I was in awe of the glamour she had all about her. So maybe that helps explain just how much of a simp for her I was. She had me completely wrapped around her finger, and I was more than willing to do what I could for a scrap of affection.
But I started noticing a pattern - in private she'd tell me things that her online presence as well as her physical presence elsewhere directly contradicted. And whenever I asked her for an explanation, she'd shower me with lies. And boy, is this psycho a liar. And an expert manipulator as well - she knew just how to chastise me, how to offend and belittle me for daring to want the smallest thing from her. There was a long phone call between us where she was so incredibly rude and harsh towards me that I was left in tears - in front of my son, no less. But the good thing about that call is that it initiated a process where I started to dettach from her. I started to drift away from the craziness.
And, sensing that she was about to lose a sure-fire dummy, she started making some entreaties to see if she could keep me around. But it was too late. The damage had been done. The glamour, gone. I had decided to do away with anything and everythig that I deemed to be negative to me. Her included. Oh, but this was wily. This one had her ways. And I would soon find out just to what lengths she was willing to stoop.
By December 2014 we hadn't been together for a while, and she had asked me to give her another chance. I had agreed to meet her so we could have a talk. I ended up not only buying her a christmas gift, but also taking her out for dinner and paying for the bill. But the hell with that, what followed was rank stupidity. We drank some three bottles of wine between us, and by the time we left the dine we were well and truly sauced. She asked me if she could stay withe me, and I said yes. By the time we hit my bed we were already doing it. And that was one of the single most stupid things I've ever done.
Because that opened the door to a lot more craziness.
No comments:
Post a Comment