One Year.

28Mar08

No, it’s not a special anniversary of anything worth celebrating. On the contrary, it’s already been about a year since I first learned about Isahoe.

I remember hearing from a friend (who had a friend that always hung out in B’s dorm room because one of their friends – complicated, yes, I know – was B’s roommate) that there was this other girl in the picture. I spent that entire day putting on a brave face, trying not to show on my face that what I had just heard was probably the most devastating thing a girl could be told about her S/O. Went home, B wasn’t online, so I put it off til the next day.

The next afternoon, I remember acting really awkward when talking to B – he had no idea what I knew at the time. He started out by asking how my weekend was, I told him I went to the Sevens. Eventually I couldn’t hold it in and started crying. He asked me what was wrong, I hesitated.

“I heard something really disturbing yesterday..”

“Are you okay? What was it?”

“.. I heard that there’s this other girl.”

“.. I’m not seeing anyone else, but there’s this girl who likes me.”

He said he’d take a day to think about it, to think about who he’d choose. I cried myself through the night.

The next day, we officially broke things off to the claim that we were in a relationship that had already started deteriorating even before he left for university. And that he’d rather have an unsuccessful relationship with that girl than to hang onto a string for another 2 years. He also said shit like how he’s afraid of anything too serious, and that he couldn’t see us going anywhere.

Thinking back, he really was contradicting himself. Over winter break, he was telling me how he’s staying with Isahoe because he loves her, despite the fact that he hates her for being a loose whore (also reason why he cheated on her, because he wanted to get back at her). He threw out details like how she’s planning to marry him and takes care of him. Whatever. In retrospect, he made all sorts of excuses and lies just to rationalize his being with her and choosing her. Even though he hates her skanky persona.

I hope she gives him herpes, and that both their genitalia start to rot from their scandalous behavior. It’s his choice to choose a slut who brags about flinging open the curtains to the changing room just so people can admire her and generate “the response [she] was looking for” and puts herself on a broken pedestal, one she doesn’t deserve. Especially one whose eyes are too far apart, teeth have an overbite, and can only be described with the expression “hit with the ugly stick.” That’s the least that karma can do for me.

I hate how even though it’s already been a year, the slightest reminder of the emotions I felt during that day can still bring me to tears. It’s these days that I regret not taking advantage of B’s offer to let me slap him, saying that I could if it made me feel better. I wish the deadliest of curses upon those two scums of the earth. And I need a new distraction.

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