February 12, 2013

  • Love Parade (Story #6)

    #6

    2006.  I was trying to get used to the idea of life back in this town.   My plans of never living here again were entirely too short lived.  I made up my mind to make it enjoyable.   One plus side was being in the same town as Trishy.  I could count on never being left alone with myself too long.  Important, since I hated myself.  Well, Baby Daddy was a friend of hers.  He went to elementary school with us.  Then he went back and forth doing home-school mostly.  He went to church with Trishy.  He was also Senior's best friend for 10 years.  Giraffe was also a mutual friend of ours.  I knew him.  I decided I wanted to date him.  I made Trishy invite me to church.  A tiny little Church of Christ.  They were having a scavenger hunt for the young adults.  We divided into teams.  Trishy and Baby Daddy are my team!  I offered him the passenger seat of my car, and I turned up my charm to 11.  

    In no time we were going on double dates with Trishy and Creeper (the name fits).  I know it's a little outdated, but we would send each other emails.  long, long emails.  We went out pretty often, I thought.  But, I was a little confused when it never became more often.  I never knew when he was going to call.  Or show up.  Or not.  We never failed to have a good time when he did.  I spent a lot of my time in the crazy sitting by the phone mindset.  When's he gonna call?  Maybe he doesn't like me, after all.  Maybe he only calls me when he's bored. (truth).  Maybe I should check my email.  Maybe I'll go to church with Trishy this Sunday....  And then he would call.  Or I would get an email.  Or we would sit next to each other at church.  He would show up at my job.   And I was ok.  I hated him, but I was so enamored with him. (marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness).  So much so that when I didn't hear from him for a while, I went on a man spree of numbers 7-11 in the span of a few months.  Turned out the guy was actually unable to contact me for legitimate reasons.   Which made the next part all the worse.  

    He was back.  Back in church.  Back in the world.  His Birthday was the next week.  I was fully expecting a call, or something.  Boy was I wrong.  

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    I'm not really sure how finding out he was with Abs could so severely break my heart, but I was beyond hurt.  It was painful.  Your heart doesn't break.  A break sounds quick, and a simple fix.  Your heart rips and tears in big jolts over a period of time.  Each new revelation etching its' mark, causing its' pain.  

     

    What happened to this girl?   (I came across this doing research on Trishy's facebook.)  This is actually from the next year during story #12, but it was my favorite.

    Leah K.