It is Thursday and I have made the trip over to Mama Kat's blog to participate in the weekly Writer's Workshop. She has some interesting prompts and it was hard to choose, but I ended up picking prompt #3.
Write about how you felt when you discovered you were lied to.
I was lied to. At least, I feel like I was lied to. My first girlfriend didn't actually tell me a lie, she just omitted the fact that she had a new boyfriend. And omission of pertinent facts intentionally smacks harshly of being deceptive (which is what lying is, right?!?!)
Back three years ago, I got the chance to move closer to my kids. My kids live in Houston and I was living in Fort Worth. But besides getting to be closer to my kids, I was also getting the opportunity to move closer to a romantic interest (my first girlfriend). She was living in her house down in Bastrop and I was really looking forward to being able to work on our relationship. I told her that I got a transfer to Austin and she acted like she was all down with it and all was good. She didn't want me to move in with her and that is cool with me, I don't want to rush things or make her feel as though I am invading her life. So in October of 2005 I told her I was coming down and wanted to work on our relationship. I communicated my desires and my intentions to her. And she knew I was coming. Well the company I was working for grinds forward at the pace of cold molasses, so November passed and no transfer. December passed and no transfer. January passed and no transfer. But all the while I am making trips through Bastrop to see her and to get my kids. The WHOLE time she says nothing about a change of plans. February comes and the transfer is inevitable. At the end of February I am to report to work in Austin. GREAT!!
Move day comes and goes, I get relocated to Austin and I get situated. Then I make the drive out to see the girlfriend. I am at her place, I walk up to her door and she informs me that she has a new boyfriend. The shock, the hurt, the confusion just floored me. I was mouth agape. And the worst part about it is that when I asked her how long this had been going on, she told me she had started dating him in January. That's right, two months after she knew I was coming to town. And she didn't have the courtesy to tell me for two months; no, she waits until I am standing on her doorstep to inform me that she has chosen to do the thing she has done.
That hurt. Heart wrenching hurt! Crawl up in bed and cry for a few days hurt! I could not believe that after all our history that she had done this to me. I know that she and I have had our history. We have hurt each other a time or two each, and yet, we managed to stay friends through the years. But this time it hurt really bad. I had been true to her for five years while in Fort Worth and this was the severe slap in the face that she repaid me with. I wrote her off. I walked away and I didn't look back. I didn't want anything to do with love again. No more. I quit. Mary Jane would be my girl from now on and nothing would come between us.
The worst part of it all came a few months later when she called me to try and borrow money. She had mismanaged her money again and needed help making her mortgage payment. I asked her why she wasn't asking the new boyfriend for money. No reply. I let it go and have not talked to her again since. I have talked to one of her kids recently but I think I should avoid dealing with her all together. I have had enough.
I will always have a spot in my heart for her, but sometimes you just have to admit that some people are no good for you. And this is the one I am admitting. Although I did write some really good poetry to her/for her. And for that I am thankful.
Via con dios, mi amor. Buena suerta.