December 25, 2013
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Mittens!
I don't know if you remember (or have read far enough back) Bambi (aka 'Mittens') in entries from about 5 years ago? she was a girl I'd follow around like a puppy dog around the boat factory (of which we both worked). it was a very one sided foolish love sick thing. I'd be there for her every time she had a fall (and she had many!), yet she didn't see me as anything more than just a friend. boyfriend after boyfriend came and went, some abusive, others alcoholics. me, being that shoulder she could lean on when each relationship crashed. she met this cowboy that took her for a financial ride, then dumped her like a rock, sending her home into foreclosure, when the economy took a dump. we both lost our jobs. she went thru a black time involving calling me, saying she was sitting in her (almost foreclosed on) barn with a gun, crying. I have to say, that was the scariest moment...anyway, long story; longer, she found yet another man who seemed to be working out fine for the longest time. I've since dropped the whole love sick puppy dog thing and moved on. then coincidentally, I'd run into her at the stalag. she'd come in every other Tuesday to water the plants. we'd sit and chat for a half an hour (mostly about her, as always). again, everything seemingly fine with her and her man, then (finally getting to the damn point) I get a text yesterday saying: "well, there's another mistake in my life. the lying cheating bastard's been cheating on me for 3 months. he just admitted to it." I haven't heard from her (phonically) in a long time, so I didn't recognize who sent it, but once realizing who it was, I was thinkin' nope! I can't be that guy again. I'd fall right back into trying to fix everything wrong, just to get stepped on when she meets the next Mr Wrong (again!). so I leave a quick "shit...sorry to hear that!" and let her rant on about the details. whew! that was long winded. I'm sure this won't be the end. I'll either have to stop her in the middle and explain why I can't be that guy (again), or get thrown right back into her misery, trying (for the 190th time) to fix her [news at 11]
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