17 years later
Some things just never change. I want to write a book Melissa’s Manic MENmoirs so you can meet these pieces of work.
For four years, this disloyal douche told me he was leaving his delusional duchess and here she thinks they are happy. Oh yes, he is ecstatic to have a burden by his side.
Over the course of those four years, I dated another disloyal dick who knocked a chick up while we were dating. After deeming myself officially done with men and doing well with it, enter the most demented of douches in the summer of 2017. He was married and did a number on me. Another one who was unhappy, moving out, in a loveless and sexless relationship, and was somehow intrigued by me.
Nothing physical happened (even though he told me he wanted it to), but emotional shit did. He discounted the whole thing, but I remember him telling me one night he loved me and never loved his wife. Months later, he told me he needed me in his life. When I didn’t conform to him, I was discarded and the whole situation was discounted. He chased me. The more I tried to scare him away, the more magnetic I became. Talk about breaking my fucking heart. He was the modern-day Ron. I just got over him for good maybe two months ago. He is the one who sent me on this crazy-ass journey and if he checks in, I am sure he is laughing his ass off at how fucked my life is.
What really instills the ire inside of me is all of the lies. They lie to their significant others. Why would I think they would be telling me the truth? People wonder why I have MAJOR trust issues and am skeptical and cynical.