As if there is a difference? CG… All good/bad stories begin and end with CG, don’t they? So, maybe I’m torn… Who’s doing the tearing up? Am I doing it to myself, or is he doing it to me? A little bit of both? I can compromise – I can be the queen of compromise – know what I mean? “Let’s start from the very beginning, a very good place to start. When you read you begin with – A. B. C. When you sing, you begin with – Do. Re. Mi.” (Sorry, Sound of Music moment.)
Anyway, last Sunday – or was it Monday? I was driving home from work… CG calls. I’m like, Aren’t you at work? CG: Yeah, what’s up? Me: I’m driving, I’ll text you in a few.
Guess he knows me well… I had ZERO intentions to text back. Not even five minutes pass… How’s it going, how are you? I wait ten minutes to reply, because I am still driving… But when I do! He is all over the familiar… “How are the kids?” Blah, blah… All the while, tactfully escaping my questions about Michelle. Not tonight. I made him respond about her. We will not pretend like she doesn’t exist, especially when he thrust her on me – caught me completely off guard and now what? Boy bye. Then, he sends me a YouTube video to an Enrique Iglesias song: El Perdedor – (The Loser). Not sure what he was getting at… After I watched the video, I was like, “Aw, sad. At least you have Michelle now?” He was all victimized, like, “I have Michelle, but she wasn’t the one I wanted.” But you did jerk. Then he’s like, “I’m deleting these messages by the way.” “Delete away.” As if I care…
He only wanted to check and see if I was still seeing RBJ, no. Why keep tabs? You lost your forever chance. And don’t call me while you still have a girlfriend. You are not allowed to do this regret crap, when you are the one who went and jumped into a relationship! Ijs… (Drops the mic)