Many years ago, I met Shitboy. We went together for a few months, then split up. Then he immediately hooked up with ‘Rachel’. I was really hurt. A year later, they broke up, and we started up again. It was bliss…
Then ‘Rachel’ showed up, pregnant. Shitboy had already lost a child when her pissed off mother moved away with her, and he told me that rachel said she wouldnt let him see hte baby if they werent together. He also said she was a ‘high risk’ pregnancy due to her cervical cancer. He cried and told me how much he loved me, but he had to stay with her.
I was pretty crushed. He kept sneaking over to see me for a couple of months, while he was living with her, and I hated her guts for what she was doing.
Flash forward 3 months: he is back at my door, the baby has been lost, he wants me back. We hum & haw back ad forth for a few weeks: he is still living with her (sharing a house with a bunch of people). Then he finally makes the final break and we are together for 4 or 5 years.
Rachel was never pregnant. He made the whole thing up.
I didnt find this out for years after. She hates my guts - who can blame her?? She had NO IDEA what he was telling me, only that I was fucking the man she was living with.
We have never spoken, but hated each other for years, I dont hate her anymore, I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused her.
Now it gets weird:
Angkins supervises several coffeeshops, and Rachel works at one.
It gets weirder: Ang’s husband has a friend, Eric. Eric is often around, we have hung out many times. Eric had a date with Rachel this weekend.
SO: I could be sitting at Angie’s some evening, cross stitching, or surfing the net, and Eric and my former arch -nemesis could pop in.
Its a small, small world.