You were so charming. You always knew exactly what to say. Every word you spoke was so masterfully thought out and used to manipulate me. I fell for it. And even worse... I fell for you. You were everything that was perfect. You were attractive, you were kind, you were interesting, you were smart.. God, you were so smart. You were all I wanted. It didn't take much. You dated a girl, B., who which I was aquatinted in middle school for a while. You talked about her a lot, once you and I were dating. And she'd talk to me a lot about you when y'all were dating. She told my you were bossy, and controlling. You'd tell her who to talk to, and what she couldn't wear, and where she couldn't go. You treated her like property. She broke up with you, for those reasons. B. was always a very indepent, steongwilled girl, and she wasnt going go take that from anyine. The irony in this is hilarious to me, however. When we were together you didn't care what I wore. You didn't care where I went or who I went with. You didn't care what I did or who knew about it. Then it hit me. You didn't care about me. We only dated for maybe 4 months, but I was mad about you. You made me feel so special. Like I was the only thing that mattered to you. You would sing to me, and write me poems, and talk about how you wanted to spend your life with me. You told me your goal in life was to be a father. To be a wonderful father, because yours wasn't. You told me you didn't want to raise a child who could ever believe their father didn't want them. I always thought that was great. It was something very admirable... Until you got me pregnant. I was a freshman in highschool, you were a senior. I was 14, you were 17. Now, how it happened, was a great laugh. We were on your couch, and your little brother was in the bedroom on the other side of the wall. He walked out on us twice, but you shooed him away before he saw anything. We were going at it like crazy. We had sex like ten different times that day. We used condoms every time, except the last time. It was about 20 minutes before my mom was supposed to come pick me up, and you asked if I wanted to go one more time. I said "sure". I hopped on top, and you laid on your back. You'd kiss my neck and chest, and play with my hair. You'd whisper sweet things in my ears. You were so good at making me feel like I was the only girl in the world. You had turned on the TV and turned it up, so your brother wouldnt be able to hear us. You were watching Bobs Burgers, when you heard something funny, and laughed so hard you came inside of me. I jumped off and ran to the bathroom. You were angry with me, though. You were the one who stopped paying attention, yet you were angry with me. I went home, and I freaked out and contemplated telling my mom, which I didn't. I was so young, I knew I couldn't. About a week went by, and I was supposed to get my period, but I didn't. I waited two more days, in case it was just a little late, and still, there was nothing. So once the house was empty, I walked to the store and bought a box of pregnancy tests. I went home, and saved them for the next morning because the first pee of the day gives the most accurate results. During this day, I spend most of it researching. I looked up everything from "What are some reasons to miss or have a late period?" to "DIY abortion". I came to the conclusion that I was probably pregnant so I started trying everything on the list. -High intake of vitamin C -High intake of cinnamon -High doses of asprin -Alcohol use -Intense work outs, targeting the stomach ..and so on. The next morning came, and I took three tests, all positive. I've never felt so helpless and alone. You had a family thing going on that day, so I couldn't speak to you most of the day. I continued with the list of things that are harmful for pregnancies, and after about two weeks, it worked, and I had a period. Its about 2:00am and I still haven't heard from you, so I called you. You answered the fourth time I called, and you sounded irritated. So did the girl in the background... I was bawling and you answered the phone and said "What?" In a snapping and demanding tone. I told you "I'm pregnant." And you were silent. I heard a girl in the background, I'm not stupid. "Come back to bed" she whined. You remained silent. A few moments later, you pulled your phone from your face and told her you had to go as she whined some more. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You take a few minutes and then I finally hear the door close over the line. You put the phone back to your ear and say "Are you sure?". I cried even harder, and told you about the pregnancy tests. You go mute again and I can hear you typing on your phone. "Drink as much orange juice and eat as many oranges as you can." You instructed me. I couldn't believe your first reaction was to look up abortion methods. I didn't want a child either, but I didn't expect that from you. A couple weeks pass, and I assume it worked, because her we are several years later, with no baby. After this, you tell me all the things you want us to be able to do before we start a family. You tell me how in love you are with me and that I make you so happy. You always left me speechless. Literally speechless. Now, I'm a talker, but I never knew what to say to you, and that irritated you. About a month later, you started acting really weird.. Distant. From the night we met, we spent every night on the phone together and skype calling, and we'd wake up together and get ready together and text all throughout the day. We did go to different schools, which sucked, but we made it work. And then you didn't call one night. You didn't answer your phone. You didn't read my texts. The next day you messaged me, later in the day and simply said "Sorry" with no explanation. That was the last I heard from you that day. The night came, and again, no call, no answer. Yet, you had the time to post on Snapchat, a girl holding your hand leading you. The next day, you message me and say "I don't think this is working out, its not you, its me." I was already ready for it, at this point. You hadn't been yourself, I knew something was up. I respond "I know. I hope things work out for you. You deserve it. Have a good life." And that was all. That was the end of it. About two months pass and I get a Kik message from someone I don't know. From C. She messages and asks "How do you know O.?" I reply "He's my ex. Why?". C. went off. She told me everything. She told me how you two had been dating for two years. She told me about L. and A. and R. and J. and A2. She told me about all of them. Some of them contacted me on a later occasion with a similar story. I couldn't believe it. Not only was it me, and the girl in the background on the phone, or the girl holding your hand, leading you through an apartment complex on your Snapchat, or C. There were eight other girls. You had eleven girlfriends at one time. I always wondered what you'd do with all those brains, if you were going to take NASAs offer, to work with then right out of highschool, but I guess I figured it out. You used then to keep us all lined up. You played all of us, some for over two years. You slept with all of us. You told us all the same stories. You took us all on the same date. You brought us all home to meet your family. YOUR MOM WAS IN ON IT. She knew the whole time!!!! What kind of fucking family????? I don't understand how any one person could need that much attention. You're pathetic. What about B. and how she broke your heart? How could you turn around and do the same thing to all these other girls? What is wrong with you? When I found out about all of this, I couldn't help but laugh. I found it hilarious for some reason. I don't even think I was mad, how could I be? I kind of expected it. It made so much since. You would never hold my hand in public, you would never let me post photos of us, you would never let me meet your friends, there was a schedule when I could see you, etc. There were so many obvious signs that I never picked up on, because you were so blindingly brilliant. You knew what to say, how to say it, what to do. You had it all worked out. I wasn't even mad at you. How could I be mad at someone that kept me so happy the whole relationship? Another month or so had passed, and I had been free of you for a while, and I was doing great. It was the last day of school, and we went out to dinner. We went to Wings 'N' More, my mom, uncle, and I. We're just hanging out, enjoying ourselves. Then you walked in. Not only you, but your whole family. Mom, dad, sister, brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and your girlfriend, A. It was your graduation night. You were wearing your cap and gown. The host tries to seat you all on the opposite side of the restaurant, so I thought I was in luck. And then you saw me, looked me dead in the eyes, shot off a sinister smile, then requested to sit at the table RIGHT next to me. You made sure your chair was right next to mine.
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You stared at me for a good 5 minutes before I got up and asked for the check. I went to the bathroom, and you messaged me. "I knew we talked about you coming to my graduation, but I thought those plans were off now, lol". You are such a cocky douche. I read it, but didn't reply. You message me back a few minutes later. "You look great btw, you wear always so beautiful" and that's when I left. I walked straight out of the restroom, out the front door. You watched me walk out, then watched me get in the car through the window. You messaged me again "You don't have to go, we're all friends here" you keep messaging, and I make sure you know I've read them, but I don't reply, until you ask to be friends and catch up. Are you crazy??? You already know I know you were cheating on me the whole relationship. I can't believe you could even think I would go for that. You're not stupid, O. and neither am I. I don't want any part of someone's life that can do something so low and shallow. I left. I message back maybe an hour later, after spending a while trying to figure out what to say. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm going to have to pass. I have real friends who really care about me and you don't and didn't. I don't want to be a part of your life, and I don't wish you'd be a part of mine.". You just said "lol ok", and that's the last I'd heard from you. I was O. free until my mom ran into you work. She goes around to stores and does inventory for them. One night she was at Cindies Novelties, doing inventory, when you, and your girlfriend, and yalls male "playmate" all walked in. I was at work and she started blowing up my phone. You thought she worked there for a minute, and started talking to her, then you realized exactly who she was and stopped talking. "Oh..." you faded out. "How've you been..?" you asked her. She told me she was holding back from punching you in the throat. She didn't reply, so the three of you just walked away and left the store. You message me later to tell me what happened, as if you didn't think my mom would inform me. I am bawling laughing. This was so great. Absolutely hilarious. I didn't respond and blocked you on everything. It'd been two years since I'd heard from you, or since you'd even crossed my mind. You made a new Facebook and added me, then sent me a meme.
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You always loved memes. You even ran a very popular meme account on Instagram, that got shut down because you took it way too far and it got reported so many times.
Honestly I'm not sure what I was thinking. I felt very tricked. I wasn't as hurt as to be expected. But I'm so glad you're out of my life. I'm doing a lot better now. All I have left to say is, I hope you've grown since this all, I hope you're doing well for yourself, and I hope your wife makes you happy, and you treat her well. I hope you're the man you always talked about being.
