Just When I Thought It Was Over (part two)

So what ended up happening after I received the last text message?

I went back and forth and back forth and originally I was not going to respond to the madness of that text. I was secretly hoping that one of the other 10 girls that were texted in addition to me would be dumb enough to reply all and spill the beans on what really happened with their relationship with Sean. Or Frank. Or whatever his name really is. I was thinking, this girl is not going to be happy with anything that I have to tell her, whether it’s good or bad. I’m going to let it go and not respond. What exactly would my purpose be?

I’m scrolling through every single phone number that is listed and I noticed that I was the only Texas girl listed on the text. As a matter of fact, I was the only one listed out of state. Everyone else had a Manhattan cell phone number. On that alone I was amazed! New York is even bigger than I thought! Where I live, via 6 degrees of separation, I’m pretty sure he would have dug himself a nice little hole within the first 6 months of his lies. I know somebody would have known somebody and he would have been cold busted! Oh to dream….

But anyway. I finally decided to give the girl a little closure and text her back what went down between Sean and I. I wrote her:

                “I lift you up in prayer. Sean and I met in Florida and he later visited Texas. We reunited in New York when I visited some family there in 2009. He stood me up with no explanation. It was evident something was awry. He was leaving his paralegal career and completing his forensic science studies at the time. I do not believe in pre marital relations for religious reasons, so we were never intimate. It’s good to confirm my suspicions. I wish you all the best at this difficult juncture.”

She texted me back in less than 5 minutes with:

                “Thank you so much. I have never been hurt like this and I need all the prayer I can get. Thank you. “

So I gave the girl some of closure she wanted.

Oh. I did “leave out” the part to where he told me he was a paralegal but I later found out he was really a file manager at a law firm. Funny right? I think that was majority of the reason that he decided to stop talk to me, especially since I have relatives that are attorneys in New York and in New Jersey and he was most definitely going to be found out with the quickness. I guess everything happens for a reason right?

 I haven’t heard from him in weeks. He’s been trying his hardest to face time me but he has horrible timing so I’m never available when he tries to contact me. Maybe that’s for the better huh? I’ll tell you this though, I have never been so happy in my life to have kept my legs closed! I guess all those years of not being big hoe paid off!

If this was you, how would you have handled this entire situation? Would you have had pity on the woman or would you have not cared? Could I have handled this any differently?

Just When I Thought It Was Over

Ever had a boyfriend that you thought  you finally got rid of and that chapter of your life was over?

A few years ago, like 3-4 years ago to be a little more precise, I went on vacation with my friends and met this gorgeous guy named Sean. He was from New York and had the most addictive New York accent. Since I met him on my vacation, and since I lived in Texas and he lived in New York, I figured we would only speak to each other for a very short period of time before we lost contact. None of that happened! He held on for nice period of time! Who’d have thought that would happen?

The long distance thing was completely sucking, but we talked and emailed often, so it didn’t seem that bad. Eventually, he decided he was going to come on down to Texas (keep in mind, this is all his idea). He met my friends and my family and I was just too happy.

Ironically, I had family that lived in New York so, he invited me up for the week of Thanksgiving to see him. As a respectable lady, I refused to stay with him and opted to stay with my family the entire length of my stay. Thanksgiving day rolls around and he comes and spends the day with me.

The next day we’re supposed to be spending time together and hanging out. I call. No Answer. I text. No Answer. I left a voicemail. No call back-EVER. Naturally, I’m upset and in tears. But, I let it go and did not contact him again after that day.( I did start sending him snail mail of religious cards because I figured there was an emergency and a reason why he could not just bring himself to talk to me so he needed prayer)

6 months later I get a call. He never explains himself. Never mentions the situation, and just acts like nothing happened. I was sweet and kind and never mentioned it (because of course I'm plotting on how I'm going to pour salt on the wound) and we kept in contact about every other month after that. I already knew he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Fast forward to this Saturday night. I receive a text message that says:

                “Hello chicas! This is Sean’s girlfriend. Some of you may know him as Frank. It seems that this dirty asshole has been actively pursuing quite a few of you. After 3 ½ years of his bullshit,  I face the inevitable realization that he is a dog trying to stick his little dick in every open hole. He is a sad little boy who at 34 years old still refuses to mature. I hope none of you expect much out of him. His boring ass is incapable of fidelity. I would love to know how long he’s been bullshitting me. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.”

This text was sent in a group text with 10 other phone numbers attached. All of them visible for my viewing pleasure!

When I received this, I was not surprised in the least. I knew something in the milk was not clean when he stood me up in New York! I figured he had to be full of lies and deceit!

Before I post what happened after this, what do you think I should have done? How should I have responded to this madness? Should I even be upset? Does this even deserve a response? What would you have done if this was you?