Now, this is where things get complicated. Let's go back to the beginning....
He basically lied to me. He told me he was living with his best friend and his best friend's sister. What he didn't tell me? He used to date the sister and only became friends with her brother after he moved from Chicago to Florida to be with her. After a few weeks of living with her, he knew he wasn't happy and tried to break up with her, a few times- but she didn't take him seriously and always forced herself back on him within a few days. When he met me on Valentines Day- he broke up with her. Yes, on Valentines Day. But again, she didn't take him seriously and tried to get back with him. He would ignore her but I'm sure more went on than I know. By the time I found most of this out, we were already pregnant. I struggled with a lot of it. Should I break up with him for something he did when we weren't even serious???
That was all before THE ACCIDENT. And remember, I said it changed everything.
He got in the accident with HER. Do you have any idea how hard that was on ME? Yeah, ok they got in an accident and almost died. I walked into the Intensive Care Unit and asked for his room, the nurse smiled up at me and said, "Sure I think he's with his girlfriend." My eyes narrowed and I shook my head, "I'M his girlfriend." She was in his room. She and I had only met one time- a few weeks before I moved out of the house right down the street from his, I walked to his apartment not knowing she really even existed remember? I thought she was just the sister. I couldn't understand why she was so angry with me... then I began seeing text messages in his phone from her and I asked him what was going on. I think he told me she liked him but he wasn't into her. I shoved her out of my mind until they got in the accident together and then I knew they had probably been dating.
I gave him a choice. Them or Me. He chose me- not even so much that we were 'so' in love, but they were all so angry with him for getting into the accident. The ex girlfriend's (who we'll call A) dad and brother's mom were furious. (He has been driving B's car when he crashed, drunk.... on his way home from getting more beer and cigarette's for the party- as he was the only one over 21 at the time.) The Parents accused him of trying to kill their daughter and threatened to kill him. Thankfully there were on vacation at the time, or they might have done it. They're nuts.
So he moved in with my mom. I bought him a new wardrobe- he lost everything when they 'kicked him out'. But he still talked to both A and B. And I'll admit, I was furious he spoke to that girl. We had countless fights over her. I could not understand why he couldn't just leave her alone! There was nothing sexual between them, I knew that! He saw her as a friend, but I knew she still had feelings for him. It bothered me so much, but there was nothing I could do.
When we found out we were pregnant.... I was so confused. A & I had found a common ground weeks before- I had told my boyfriend that if he was going to talk to her, so was I. He was pissed but really had no choice. The day he was arrested for an unknown warrant (from the accident) she was the only one to help me get him out. While at her house trying to scrounge bail money to get him out of jail, $180 was stolen out of my backpack. It was B- my boyfriend's so called BEST FRIEND, remember?
A was one of the first people to find out we were expecting. We had lost our apartment when he lost his job... and we didn't know what to do. I ended up moving in with friends and he.... crashed in her living room. I know what you're thinking- are you crazy? Yeah, I probably was. I trusted him- which I probably shouldn't have. But to this day I will say I do not think ANYTHING happened between them after The Accident. It was over after that. She may not have wanted it to be, but it was.
I hate talking bad about her- she has been such a good friend to me. That may not make sense to some, but she was one of the few there for me during my pregnancy. She did more for me through my pregnancy than my boyfriend did. She brought me food- whatever I wanted- bought outfits and took me to Doctor appointments. My boyfriend was unemployed through most of the pregnancy so she felt responsible for me. I don't know why, but I was so thankful for her. If not for her and my mom, I may not have made it through.
We had a complicated relationship. A lot of jealousy between us, and it took a long time for that to die off. She is still one of my closest friends even though we love across the country. We talk pretty much every day. I'm so thankful for her friendship. I understand why my boyfriend couldn't just let that go- although they rarely speak now.
So do I think they messed around a few times before The Accident after I moved, absolutely. Do I forgive him? It's taken time, but yes. Do I trust him NOW? With everything I have. Things were so different then. We had just started dating-- he had known that family for years and felt like they had done so much for him... he was brainwashed, I swear. A is the only normal one out of the entire family, not quite sure how that happened but I'll explain more in Chapter Five.
You may be reading this thinking, "Wow this girl's an idiot." I was. I really was. But, the day I moved from Florida to Chicago to separate myself from all the bullshit in Chapter Five & that man followed me I PUT IT ALL BEHIND ME. The past is the past. We started completely new when we moved and it was the best damn thing we've ever done. It hasn't always been easy, but it's sure as hell been worth it.
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