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Plus, I just don't want to hear the crap he's peddling. It does me no good in life to know that he still looks back fondly on our relationship. What I think now is what I feared then: that I was just a cheap piece of arm-candy for an old man to enjoy. Seriously... this girlfriend didn't get what she signed up for... not even close. So if I had a wish to go back in time... I'd have accepted the trips, the jewelry, the dinners, the gifts./sidebar
See, my entire goal was to be a good wife-to-be. And when I look back and see that he and his friends were either laughing at me for being such an easy catch for an old guy who wasn't planning on giving me anything... or else that by being amicable, I edged myself right out of the picture... I shoulda been a gold-digger.
Oh, back to the point: I am so sick of his bull..... that I changed my cell phone number so that he can no longer reach me by phone, and so that I don't have to turn off my phone when I'm with Othello, in fear that M.W. is going to call, or worse yet... go off about the past again.

2 comments:
Wow, when MW reads this, he'll know how come you never answer his calls anymore.
passing you a bottle of shampoo.
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