Wednesday, December 16, 2020

have we met? (part deux)

Part deux.
So just to finish the story I hadd started on the last post, This guy I'm seeing and myself had reached a point in the relationship where things were very strained. I had been kicked out of his house by his mom, who loved me, but didnt want me around her tenants because she had to replace the things that her son and I stole, so she was actually losing money. 
I swore that I would pay her back, I said to him that I would make things right. Really I loved him. I loved him a lot, way more than he ever loved me, I believe. I wanted him to be okay. I wanted his mom to still take care of him and allow him to stay in her home. Not to mention the vehicle she had given him and put gas in every week so we could make trips every day to cincinnati and back to covington. 
I'm homeless. I'm on the run because I obsconded from the residential facility after they asked me to pee into a cup for them. One of the other mentors went to staff on me because I came home tore up one night. I was so upset about them not coming to me face-to-face. Li

ke out of genuine care and concern, which is what they taught us about accountability. It wasn't snitching if it was out of genuine care and concern. Well when you get blindsided its hard to not feel like someone has informed on you behind your back. 

I'm living on the street. I slept in public restrooms on the floor for an hour at a time after walking for hours and hours every day. I was so paranoid I couldnt stay in one spot for very long. 
One day I attempted to rob a gas station. that's actually another story in itself, but its relevant to the disintegration of our relationship. He drove, and stayed in the car while I masked up and went inside to demand cash from the cashier. When I run back out side and tell him to get the hell out of there the employee chases me around the building to where he is parked and catches part of the lisence plate. 
He knew right at that moment what that meant. He even said, "that guy just got my plates." But i just wanted to get the hell away from there and forget about that terrible and terrifying experience. I went out to the suburbs and he stayed in the city, went right back to his house and basically met the police there. He was interrogated for three hours. 3 hours. 
thats a lot of talking . a lot of questions. a lot of answers.
I talked to him later after failed attempts at calling and texting. No response whatsoever. then he finally answers. He politely tells me he gave me an out for when I talk to the cops. 
Huh? i didnt plan on talking to them. you said you were going to, but that wasn't on my list of things to do. 
He said they were gonna want to talk to me because he had told them that I borrowed his car, I came back to give it to him an hour later with a stranger he hadnt met, and I told him that he should be careful because the car was hot. we had just robbed the bp. 
I was stunned. shocked. speechless.
"Why?" was all i could get out. He proceeded to tell me that he had done me a favor and tried to convince me so. He actually believed that farce himself. See thats what happens when you are a ahbitual and compulsaive lier. you believe your own lies. furthermore, you think you are outsmarting everyone around you. you think that you're clever, that no one is onto u. but really you are in denial, and delusional. 
The craziest part of this segment is that I still loved him. I still called him and had him pick me up to o see the dope man everyday after this happened. I still split my shit with him and argued and fought about who got more. Still, after he turned me into the cops, I loved him.

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