When I had first met my boyfriend, it was with a mutual group of friends. The situation was rather complicated. I just got out of a bad relationship with someone who believed in infidelity, and he just got out of an on-again/off-again relationship with his now-ex-girlfriend of 4 years. We slowly started hanging out platonically and shared our takes on relationships and life. Nothing was every physical between us, but we became really close friends. Apparently his ex did not take to it too well, and I felt for her a little because I had was just recently burned from my previous relationship, and I knew how losing someone you really cared about can feel, regardless of how the relationship ended.

Come to find however, that she took it upon herself to spread rumors and hate messages about me, which didn't really piss me off until I saw it for myself. She wrote an entire blog dedicated to third world country children and how I reminded her of one of them because I was so skinny. She went on to say I was anorexic and that anyone who liked someone like that was blind. But it didn't stop there. Eventually my boyfriend and I began officially dating about 8 months after we met. Talk about fueling the fire. The blogs never stopped and the drama persisted until he cut ties with mutual friends.

Getting to my point. It wasn't until the beginning of this year that things had died down, mind you this all started over 2 years ago. Now, i'm running into her where ever I go. She gave me dirty looks while she talked on the phone saying that she was at his house last night and she left wearing his t-shirt. She drove right next to me and took a picture of my car with her phone and drove off. She walked right passed me and looked me from head to toe and rolled her eyes. It started to creep me out. Finally, I had reached my breaking point. Last month I had noticed her while I was talking to one of my friends and decided that I was going to clear this up because age should have some direct correlation with maturity right? WRONG.

As I was steaming hot, I kept my hands in my pockets and kept my cool. I asked her if she had time to talk and she said yes. I basically laid the majority of the issues on the table and asked her what her problem was with this.. and that.. and you know what she said? "NOTHING." She denied E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. It got to the point where she even said "I totally RESPECT you and I wish you guys all the best of luck!" She responded in the sweetest tone ever, while every word that came out of my mouth was: "So if you have a Bleeping problem, lets address it now, because this is really getting childish"

So basically, why won't she confess? And more importantly, its been almost 3 years! Let it go! I know that my boyfriend has had no contact with her, and I like to think that I know him pretty well considering we live together. I mean maybe i'm wrong, but my mind won't let this go. Every time I see her I just want to rip her a new one, because I met her once, talked to her for 5 minutes, and that is the extent of our acquaintance.

Any food for thought?


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