In the fall of 1989 I was 20 years old.  I met this guy. I was taking night classes and he was in the class. He was cute, confident, out-going. He infatuated me and I was a fool.  It was the usual scenario – we went out. we had sex. he blew me off. I kept coming back.  By the following summer, he was all of a sudden engaged to some chick he only knew for 2 weeks. I was crushed. Some odd years later, he came around again. He had gone through a horrible divorce and was in search of an honest friendship to lean on. What the hell, I still had feelings for him. So yet again, I was a fool. After sleeping with him yet another few times, he blows me off. I soon after, found out he moved out to Vegas. Then some time in, I want to say 1995 or 1996, my girlfriends and I go out to Vegas for a fun weekend. Before we left, I ended up calling his mom up and she told me where he worked so that I could "meet up with an old friend."  He was surprised to hear from me, he met me at my hotel, and we spent the evening together. Ended up back at his apartment for "old times sake" and I was in his bed once again. I went home with my friends with this heartbreaking feeling once again. Why did I keep doing this to myself?

We lost touch for a couple more years. I wrote him, but never heard back. Then one day in January of 1998, I was at work and a call comes through to my desk. It’s HIM! He confesses that he had found me illegally through the company he worked for. He was still in Vegas and need to talk to me.  Over the next couple days he and I spent several hours on the phone.  He admitted he was an ass all these years and that he should have see what was right in front of him all along.  That there had to be some reason he and I always ended up together.  This time, he wasn’t going to let me get away.  He wanted me to move out to Vegas.  I was floored.  My mom said I was just falling under his spell again.  But I defended him, this time he’s serious.  BUT there was a catch. He was already living with someone out there.  He needed my help to get him out.  Once out there, we would go to his place while she was at work, and get him out.  So late in February 1998, I packed two large duffel bags full of my belongings.  I said good-bye to my friends, family and yes, my 9 year old son.  My mom and sister cried at the airport.

He and I signed a lease on a temporary apartment. The kind of place that you can pay by the week.  People come and go.. some to move on to better things in this Sin City, and others, to return from where they came, back to what they thought they were running from.  This place was temporary, he and I would start apartment hunting for a great place once he was out of this other woman’s place. We spent that whole first day together.  He showed me around Vegas, the Vegas beyond the strip.  I was in Heaven. I was with him.  We went back to the studio apartment we just leased.. We had sex.  He couldn’t stay with me though. But the next day he’d be over and we’d start getting his stuff.  I cried that night.. my first night in Vegas, I was alone, scared, anxious.

The next day, he came like he said he would. But not to do what we planned.  He was having a change of heart. OMFG! He was having a change of heart. He said that delivered that morning was all the girl scout cookies that all the people he worked with had ordered from the daughter of the chick he was living with, and he was feeling guilty. OMFG! He was feeling guilty??!! More importantly, he was blowing me off, AGAIN!

I stayed in Vegas by myself for a little while. I made friends, went on dates and started looking for a job.  Back home, everyone was begging me to just come home.  It was hard, it was emotional, it was disappointing, it was a let down.  I called the ass and said, I’m going home. Told him to NEVER contact me again. Told him after 10 years of him stepping on me over and over, that this was the last straw. I came home.

That Thanksgiving a letter appeared in my mailbox. I saw the Vegas postmark. My heart jumped. Feelings rushed back. I held onto it for 2 days before finally opening it.  It was a 5 page apology letter.  I couldn’t believe most of it, yet my heart still wanting to defend him. He was coming home for Christmas and wanted to see me while he was here. My friends and mom said I was an idiot. But this was for me. I met with him. Yelled at him. Got it all off my chest.

He went back to Vegas, I went on with my life.  A few years ago, he moved back here to Michigan. We chatted a couple times.  Even in the last couple years he’s caught me on-line and instant messages me.  I’m very generic with him. He’s happy for me, I’m happily married and enjoying my life. He still admits he will always love me and never forget me. It’s been about a year now since I last chatted with him on-line. I hear he’s engaged again with some girl from the Philippines he met through the Internet.  I hope he finds happiness finally.

So today, thanks to GetOverItDay.com I have accounted for the majority of what he put me through over the period of over 15 years and I’m now officially OVER IT ALL!!

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