Time to put this one out there.
Several years ago I used to addicted to topless bars. Dunno why, but I felt that it was a way to meet women who were "out of my league." I've always been shy and never felt that I was attractive at all. Shortly after I started going to these places I met one that I thought was "perfect." Her name was Jen, but went by "Destiny." I thought that was a twist of fate. I started going in there whenever I had the time and money. We became pretty good friends over the years. She's now happily married and living in Dallas. But this one is not about her, it's about someone who used to be a friend of hers'.
One night I went in with a big-wig from out of town. We were having a good time shooting the shit and drinking a few beers. While we're sitting there, this red-head comes up and asks if she could give me a dance. I looked at the boss, since he was banking the whole trip, and he said "ok." She and I started to talk and she said that she was going to have to leave because her grandmother is in the hospital. I felt sorry for her so I got a dance, but I felt something a little bit more for her. Maybe it was because I was horny and desparate.
A few months later I ran into her again at the club and she had maked me as "hers" and no one could even talk to me. This went on for a few years or so. She had a couple of kids since the time I first met her at this point. It was after her youngest was born that she wanted to make me all hers and no one elses in every way. About a month after we started going out she proposed and I was shocked. I know that I'm a good guy and all, but to have someone propose after a few weeks? We lived together for a couple of years and I finally decided to hold her to her proposal. We'd lived together for a while, she'd been there for me every time I had to move because of work and all.
In that time she had admitted that she HAD been married before and had two kids with her "ex-husband." He was in prison for robbery and wouldn't be out for quite a while. When we got to Vegas she flat out lied to the clerks office about her last name. Turns out that she had never gotten a divorce from her husband. We were together for about 3 months before she ran off with her drug-dealer. The whole time we were together, she claimed that she wasn't doing drugs and that she was faithful to me. It was all a lie.
Every time she feels down, she tries to get back into my life and see how much she can mess up my life. I had lost over 7 jobs because of her and one of the greastest loves of my life. No, she wasn't the one who was my greatest love, but because of how the "Evil One" had treated me, I lost my temper and said somethings that hurt the last woman I have loved.
She and I tried to "reconcile" several times over the years, but a few years ago I found out about her lies to me and I called her on them. She claimed that she didn't want to hurt me anymore and that I was the one she "loved." I told her that she should have been honest with me from the start and no amount of "love" could change that.
Even now, she's trying to get back into my life. I refuse to get taken in by her lies. I realise what I was to her--a look at a better life, what she could have been and had if she had decided to be honest and clean. She's now shacked up with a man twice her age and living in a trailer. What a waste of humanity. The only time I will willingly be happy to hear from her is when she's six-feet under. I have never been happy about someone's death, but for her...
