I’ll be back to my columns Sunday or Monday. Today is pretty simple…
Marie called me last night.
For those of you who are new and haven’t read up on me, Marie is this girl from Puerto Rico who I was in a mild relationship with during the wintertime. She moved back to PR in March, and we had been keeping sporadic contact with each other until she decided to up and get engaged a week or so ago.
The last time I talked to her (when she told me), I got very upset about it all for some reason, and destroyed my cellphone in the process.
She called me last night, and I answered. I came to terms with the whole engagement thing, so I wasn’t being shitty with her or anything, I just talked. She spent some time apologizing for how things were now, and started crying. This bothered me.
It bothered me because…well…I don’t actually know why it bothered me, it just did. One of those things that gets to you because you can’t control the situation. There was nothing about our conversation that I could control, and that made me uncomfortable. Then she went into small talk as if everything was alright. I was beginning to feel the hatred seethe up into me, and then she dropped a bombshell:
“I’m coming to Indiana, and I want to see you.”
Honestly, what the fuck? No way I could or would want to answer or even reply to that. Can’t do it.
I had to end the conversation right there and then. And there is an old trick to this…just act like someone is beeping in on the old call waiting. I made up some emergency and said my goodbyes.
I don’t know what is going to happen next…October will tell its tale, that much will be for sure.
Shit like this should come with an instruction manual.