Those Feelings May Grow Old But Never Fade Away.About eight, nine years ago I had a girlfriend that I thought would one day be my wife. She was nice, beautiful, smart, funny, and all this and that. Well because of family issues she had to move away. We kept in contact with snail mail and eventually email. Then one day I was sitting at home checking my email. I seen she sent me a email and I was all excited till I seen what she said. Even to this day I can quote it word for word. "Dear _____(Leaving that out) I am really glad you are doing so well in your writing classes. I hope you become a author one day. I really miss you. I moved back to Oklahoma last month. I live just south of _____ I found this wonderful guy, and he asked if I would marry him." Shocked, but wanting her to be happy I told her congratulations and asked if I could attend. I wanted to as least be there to take some photos and send her some copies of them. This was her reply. "I am sorry to do this, but I don't want to talk to you anymore. Forget I ever existed." It took me years to even get to the point where girls were living creatures to me again, and not just something to use and toss away. I know it sounds terrible of me to do something like that, but I was in a daze and I couldn't get out of it.
When I finally got out of it I used some contacts to find her. Come to find out her husband she got married to was very abusive and she now is unable to leave the marriage because of it. As sick and twisted as it sounds. I am glad. I am happy knowing the pain she caused me both mentally and physically is and will be inflected on her over and over. I honestly can go to bed at night knowing she is miserable, and I sleep perfectly. I know I should get some help for that, but it doesn't really change how I act or how I treat others. I just have this little twist part of me loving the fact she is in a living hell.
MalrakEhis 18-21, M 3 Responses 11 Nov 22, 2012