By early 2015, I'd made it abundantly clear to she-who-must-not-be-named that we were more done. I had, in fact, started seeing someone else - Patricia. But you'll learn that story in its due time. However, just because I thought that it was over, it didn't really mean it was...
So now, already in a relationship with someone - a far healthier one, at that - and us not making a secret of it on facebook, Lady Voldemort decided to turn her gaze towards us. She felt slighted. She felt scorned. She felt like she had lost a chump she had on the palm of her hands. And she wanted to hold dominion over me again. But I pushed away all her attempts, and that drove her to do something truly desperate.
And so it goes that one night, while at work, I get a text from her, and she's saying that she's pregnant. Not only that, but that it's mine, because I'd been the last person she'd had sex with. Now, I highly doubted that, and moreover, I vividly remember just the kind of sex with had. And without being too vulgar, let me add that it wasn't a type of sex that would be - at all - conducive to someone getting pregnant. But what do I know? Maybe I was unlucky, maybe some goo leaked and got in, I don't know.
What I do know was... that I believed her. She even sent me a picture of an ultrasound she said she'd done. And I believed her. I did, because I am incredily naive and gullible. And, of course, I would soon find out that it was all a ruse, a lie. She was never pregnant, that was just a picture she got from the internet, and because, of course, I wasn't with her personally at all during that time, also helped me believe the fantasy.
A fantasy, indeed, it was - one formulated by a sick, twisted mind, that went so far as telling me she'd had a miscarriage. And funnily enough.. she said that she had gone and done one of her gigs straight after that ghost miscarriage. This just completely opened my eyes and whatever she came up with moving forward, I just paid no heed. I was far more interested in my budding relationship with Patricia, and continue to spend my time with my son during the weekends. Those were my priorities.
I saw her a couple of times sometime after that - to her credit she did try to establish a friendship with me, and I wouldn't deny her that. We kept things civil between us, she got me tickets for her gigs whenever she played in town, and she eventually got me a backstage pass to a festival where I hung out with a bunch of famous people. That story will have a dedicated post to it, and quite soon, because the aftermath of that would lead to craziness the likes of which make this story right here seem perfectly normal.
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