Well, that drama I was talking about?
Yeah. Turns out I wasn't being paranoid after all. Meghan (my now *very* ex-girlfriend) confessed on Christmas Eve... she mispoke and stumbled talking about something and I drove a wedge into that hole... and out popped out the confession that she'd fucked my best friend and roommate from back when I was in college... while I was in Japan in September, while we were still together.
She tried the "I was lonely, got drunk, blah blah blah" shit-poor excuse... and how it was all her fault and she was evil and it wasn't Kris's fault and so forth. Makes me wonder if her earlier confession of having a miscarriage when she went to visit her mom in October was more like an abortion.
Why the fuck does this shit happen to me on Christmas? I shell out $870 to replace my fucking tires and the next day I find out what I feared the most and pretty much refused to acknowledge was the truth.
What's sad, part of me still loves her... and it makes me sad that the path she's on, she'll never be happy. She won't let herself be happy... literally. Every time things seem to be heading in a positive direction, she takes the most short-sighted decisions that seem designed to fuck everything up.
Why can't I meet some decently intelligent, fairly good looking woman who understands the concept of communication and honesty? Honor? Fuck. Sometimes I think humanity as a whole is fucking hopeless.
It doesn't help that my best friend, Eightball (AKA Eric), his dad had another series of strokes (See one of my January entries from 2006, I believe) and got into the hospital on Christmas eve either. Guess it was a shitty Christmas for a lot of people.
Reading back on my journal entries put a lot of my problems with Meghan into perspective... I should've kicked the bitch to the curb back last October when I first started getting hints about stuff... and the fact that she made a not-so-subtle pass at Eightball then that I shrugged off. God, the shit I've done for love and the suffering that results. Fuck people. Fuck them in their stupid heads.
Yeah. Turns out I wasn't being paranoid after all. Meghan (my now *very* ex-girlfriend) confessed on Christmas Eve... she mispoke and stumbled talking about something and I drove a wedge into that hole... and out popped out the confession that she'd fucked my best friend and roommate from back when I was in college... while I was in Japan in September, while we were still together.
She tried the "I was lonely, got drunk, blah blah blah" shit-poor excuse... and how it was all her fault and she was evil and it wasn't Kris's fault and so forth. Makes me wonder if her earlier confession of having a miscarriage when she went to visit her mom in October was more like an abortion.
Why the fuck does this shit happen to me on Christmas? I shell out $870 to replace my fucking tires and the next day I find out what I feared the most and pretty much refused to acknowledge was the truth.
What's sad, part of me still loves her... and it makes me sad that the path she's on, she'll never be happy. She won't let herself be happy... literally. Every time things seem to be heading in a positive direction, she takes the most short-sighted decisions that seem designed to fuck everything up.
Why can't I meet some decently intelligent, fairly good looking woman who understands the concept of communication and honesty? Honor? Fuck. Sometimes I think humanity as a whole is fucking hopeless.
It doesn't help that my best friend, Eightball (AKA Eric), his dad had another series of strokes (See one of my January entries from 2006, I believe) and got into the hospital on Christmas eve either. Guess it was a shitty Christmas for a lot of people.
Reading back on my journal entries put a lot of my problems with Meghan into perspective... I should've kicked the bitch to the curb back last October when I first started getting hints about stuff... and the fact that she made a not-so-subtle pass at Eightball then that I shrugged off. God, the shit I've done for love and the suffering that results. Fuck people. Fuck them in their stupid heads.