i have come to realize that
Facebook is really an amazing way to socialize. You link up with friends from the past, family that have moved to other parts of the country, people you've never met but are interested in meeting, and even ex-girlfriends of old flames.
Speaking of which...yesterday, I was in a bored phase and decided to log on to
facebook to see what was going on with friends. Upon signing in, I noticed that I had a new message in my inbox, so I immediately clicked on it to see who had sent me a message.
Low and behold, it's a blast from the past. A blast from a past that, back then, wasn't so great. But now, when I look back on it, is kind of hilarious in a way because back then I was very young, stupid, and a bit immature.
See, my Freshman year in college I fell in lust with a City Boy. Back in 1995, I thought that it was love; but the truth of the matter is that I was just infatuated. Everything about this boy fascinated me, right down to the fact that he was a drug dealer that lived in the projects with his sister and her young son. I wasn't used to that kind of lifestyle, so when I became exposed to it, in a sick way, I became drawn to it. I didn't want the clean cut college boy walking around in the khakis and Polo shirts. I wanted the city boy, walking around in sagging jeans and Timberland boots with a stash of weed stuck down in them. Yes, I know...
Anyway, after meeting this guy, we quickly became involved. He was my man and I was his girl...or so I thought. He had already told me that he had a baby on the way. Cool...things happen. What he forgot to tell me was that his future baby's mama was his high school sweetheart and that they were still in a
timultuous relationship.
So imagine my surprise when on Fair Night, he and I are walking around the fair and are instantly bombarded by a pregnant
teenaged girl and her click. She's crying and acting crazy and her friends are eyeing me like they were just waiting for her to give them the word. She wants to know who I am and blah blah blah. Some kind of way, he gets her to leave and we go on to have a nice time riding rides.
A few weeks later, however, he throws a cookout at his home, and his family and friends are all there, drinking, smoking, and doing things that we all knew they shouldn't be doing. He realizes that he needs to run to the store. Of course, he's driving my car, which I have given him free access to since he has no
automobile and he leaves. I'm sitting in the house alone, watching
tv. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. I answer and come face to face with the baby's mama.
I instantly size her up. After all, everyone associated with him have commented time and time again that I look like his "old" girlfriend. Some even slip on
occasion and call me by her name. But as I get a close up, I see no
resemblance besides the complexion.
Anyway, She comes in and we take seats right across from each other. I continue watching
tv. She watches me. Five minutes go by and then she speaks. She asks me what is my relationship to "him". I tell her we're dating. She then asks are we sleeping together. I tell her that it's really none of her business but then I answer. She's upset and storms out only to wait for his return. He pulls up and she jumps on him. Then he comes in the house and we argue. From that day forward, this became our routine that lasted well over a year.
She found out where I lived, my phone number..I even heard that she had my class schedule. Whenever he was at my house, she would call my phone. Whenever I was at his house, she would show up. One morning we even woke up only to find her standing at the end of the bed. Talk about crazy!
But back then,he had it like that. I was his girlfriend... but so was she. We just didn't know...or maybe we did but just didn't want to acknowledge it.
She would come over at 7 in the morning and I would be leaving for class. Or, I would be on my way to class and drop him off down the street from her house so that he could "see his baby". They even went to the prom together when we were together.
This relationship was so toxic that at one point I wasn't even eating because she and him had me that stressed out. I looked sick! That's when I knew that I had to get away. There would be no more holding me hostage in his apartment for days. No more taking my car and leaving me to walk. No more explanations for why he had to spend his days at her home and every now and then sleep with her to see his baby. Enough was enough.
I left school for the summer and went home to get him out of my system...and I did. The Lord delivered me from evil!
We stayed in contact over the next few years; but only because he didn't know how to let go. I moved on, met the love of my life and the rest is history. Well, over the years he has sent messages through his cousin that's married to my cousin; but I quickly shut that down!
So here we are on
Facebook. His ex girl and me. Friends on
Facebook. It's been months. But all of a sudden, I get a message from her asking how do we know one another.
When I read this, I couldn't do anything but laugh because there was no way this was a serious question. How do we know one another? I even had to call my cousins, who were my college roommates and witnessed all the drama, to read this to them.
I was told not to even dignify it with an answer. After all, there was no way in Hell this girl doesn't remember me. After all, my name is one of a kind. Secondly, my face hasn't changed that much. And third, you have a baby with this guy. There is no way that you don't remember your relationship with him and everything that he took you through.
I just wrote a one liner and let her know that I met her during an immature phase in my life. Well, she wrote back today and basically said that she couldn't recall me. Thus, I had to blog because I just don't believe that this is true. Please...go to my poll and let me know what you think about this. Is this girl playing games? Or could she really not remember me?
