If You Know Me… Or Date Me…
Chances are I will write about you at some time. That’s a part of a post that I meant to talk about yesterday. I wrote about my ex and how she called me a monster for the way I acted. She also decided to attack how I call myself a child in a man’s body. What’s funny is that she had a huge fear that I would one day leave her and get back with my ex Liz, aka Poppy Kwee Kwee. I explained that there was no way in hell that would ever happen… Then in drunken stupor Lizz decided to call me.
What made that phone call better than anything in the world was that Lizz actually told me how in love with me she was and how I was the one she always wanted. Take in mind that this was while my at the time gf was visiting from out of town and was going to be in town for another few days. There’s more to what Lizz was going through that phone call and Lizz is now 100% clean and sober and doesn’t do these kinds of things. BUT at the time it sent me into a whirlwind of emotions.
Do I love Lizz still? Of course I do. She’s amazing. Honestly, she’s one of my all time favorite people ever. We talk every day, we have nicknames for each other, we fight and always come back to our friendship because we understand each other. She’s the best girlfriend I had over the past five years and even though our relationship was short, I adore her… but I pushed through this aggressive attack at my emotions and stayed true to my at the time girlfriend. I got off the phone with Lizz and everything was fine.
Well everything would have been fine anyway. Lizz doesn’t even remember the event as she was in a black out drunk state after an incident involving an ass hole, her emotions and alcohol. It was by no means a way to restart a relationship even if I had kicked out my at the time girlfriend right the hell out my front door.
But that was all a tangent and wasn’t the main point of this blog. The main point of this blog is that if I know you, date you, hang out with you, talk to you, then I’ll write about you. I guess I have to say that now. Hundreds of videos blogs, hundreds of personal entries on my previous blog and facebook weren’t enough for my ex. She was surprised that I’d have written about her at all. Suddenly when I tell you my life is an open book you don’t understand that I mean it? I literally am writing down my life page by page. Now do you really want to read it?
