T**y #7

I don’t want to dwell on this story, we all know that it doesn’t end well, right? I mean the psychic had it very FUCKING wrong. Well, maybe she didn’t because this guy’s name isn’t actually T**y. I am not sure what pisses me off more, the fact that this guy lied to me, or that fact that I used this pseudonym for a douche not named T**y?!

So I’m going to do something unusual for me & lets get this story over with & stop wasting our time with a douche, however in real time, I spent another month or so with this story… So I’ll give you the abridged version because honestly none of this deserves our time. First to set you straight, I never get any money from him. I don’t think I would have taken it anyway, I’m not that type of person but it was interesting seeing the poll on Facebook. But I never get the chance to reject it even though I told him I wanted $2k to keep my mouth shut as a joke. Hahaha…

The following week I see him & he brings back my blanket, he seriously has ADHD & he says that his partner say that to him a lot too… Ok so now he’s comfortable enough to talk about her with me. He tells me bullshit about liking talking to me & being able to talk about her with me, which he tells me a lot about how he’s a nurse, I already know what she looks like, she’s not a slim as I thought he would be with but she is the porcelain doll made up look in every photo on Facebook – the look literally every guy I’ve ever been with ends up with after me.

This night, not only does he bring a plate of food, mash potato, meat & veg on a plate with no glad wrap, that he’s driven to my house plus a stein & cutlery, T**y eats his dinner at my kitchen bench while we chat & drink some beer. I am so short & curt with him, all I want is my blanket back & for this dude to get out of my life. However loneliness & heartbreak will do weird things to you. I actually like this guy if you put the lies aside. He’s funny, easy to talk to & taking up some of my mental space to stop me overthinking.

He decides to start moving my things around to redecorate my house, moving plants & nick nacks, which I just follow him around & put them back where they were as we all know his styling is fucking batshit crazy! So I tell him to stop & he wants to go for a drive, I am not driving as I have had a couple of drinks. To be honest, when I look back he shouldn’t have been driving, but when he says he has her car, I say absolutely not. First, one thing I am always reminded of is my smell. Silverlining always was worried about my smell lingering, I got self-conscious to the point I was thinking I stink like shit, but Silverlining says it was my perfume that he likes it but he smells it on himself later even after he’s showered. (Yes my signature smell has worked!) T** y & I don’t go for a drive, which is a good idea & then as he leaves, with no sex, he tells me that he’ll message tomorrow.

The next morning in a small foggy haze of a hangover, I realise the mother fucker has left his plate, stein & fork in my sink. I put them in the dishwasher & wait for the message that never ever comes. I can’t even be bothered but they sit on my bench for over a week when we finally arrange to catch up. He has a new car. His house has sold & he has the money (I am not sure how he got the money so quickly but I don’t even care or ask) of course I never see any of it. We hang out & chat, we do go for a drive in his new car, when he drops me off he doesn’t come inside & I’ve made sure that he has his crap off my bench. Again as I get out the car, I give him a quick kiss, he says he’ll message but I never hear from him again.

That was the last time I ever saw him… Like Jack slipping away into the Atlantic ocean from the sinking of the titanic, I felt T**y slip away… Not a bad thing, but I am lonely…

Well you think that is the end?! You’re very mistaken!

Of course what is a story from #IBD4U without a little drama… I mean ghosting, pfft, that’s what men do all the time. So what does T**y do? Leaves his phone out for his girlfriend to find, doesn’t he?! Yes you guessed it, T**y starts messaging me one day, but the messages are weird & I sense that something isn’t right. When he starts asking what he’s done wrong when I call him an idiot & then she reveals it’s her texting & sends me another number to text, I tell them to leave me out of their games & put my phone down. These people have screws loose & I don’t want to be part of it anymore.

I am not messaging the number whoever is texting me gave me, I figure that she now has my number, if she wants to message me, then she can but otherwise I am out of this equation… Seriously, can my life be any more ridiculous?!

I’m not sure if I mentioned this but during the time I ended things with Silverlining (AKA the second affair) but before I met T**y I swore off dating, so I threw myself into learning some new skills doing eyelash extensions to keep my mind busy. Also during this time, much to my psychologist disgust, I get addicted to a farm game on my phone as well. Both these hobbies get me through some tough stuff at work & help me though the loneliness of not having anyone to talk to about the shit going on. So as any beauty business, they were all shut down in March 2020 for a period of 3 months. But on this night, when I am doing my lash removals, of lashes I have spent hours putting on my friends & family, I get home exhausted mentally & emotionally when I get a call… It’s almost midnight. I don’t know the number but somehow it’s familiar… It’s her. It’s T**y’s partner. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

I ignore. I ignore again. I ignore again. So she starts texting me asking me to tell her the truth. It takes me ages to reply & I only do because she starts ringing me again. I secretly as happy that when Noodle’s wife wrote down my number, she had it wrong because I don’t know how I should handle this situation.

I finally answer the phone but don’t speak, I don’t even say hello & she’s sobbing. She starts talking, I don’t even remember what she says exactly, but she tells me that he’s cheated on her before & they’ve been together only 6 months (He told me that), she tells me that he’s told her that she’s not to give me any money (WTF!), she says that I should get STI checks but she’s clean, she tells me that he’s on drugs & I should be careful that he knows people who will hurt me, she begs me over & over to just tell her what happened between him & I… I say to her “Look ****, you’re obviously a smart woman, you’re a nurse, you wouldn’t be on the phone to a stranger at midnight on a Wednesday night if you didn’t already know what happened” She asks how I know she’s a nurse & her name, because he told me that’s how he’s free at night.

She then tells me he’s up, coming into the room & puts me on speaker phone but the phone goes dead, I was about to hang up anyway, I mean come on people, do I really want to be involved in a three way phone conversation? Fuck no.

I put down my phone & get inundated up until 3am with calls & text from T**y’s phone & from her number too, saying I better tell her the truth & I should watch out. Between every text message is a couple of missed calls.

Thankfully, even though I put up a security camera out the front of my house that weekend, I am thankful that is the last time I ever hear from either of them again. I believe they stayed together for a while, but I think they have broken up now.

Thank god that chapter is over, but never a dull moment in my life, right?!

#IBD4U

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