I just started working on this, and would love some collaboration. I really want to make this into a screenplay but I don't know where to start. It's not even close to done, but I'm trying to fish for ideas on where to start and how to develop the characters. They are based on real people, but I have no experience writing in a scripted format. I basically just shot out the story with the conversations I had documented. I’m hoping that people will give their input. Let me know what details I should delve into. Thanks guys!
He called our wedding off over the phone.
I’d like to imagine that his friends tell him he’s of poor character (an asshole) but I have a wild imagination. My life sucks.
Don’t worry, I’m well aware that my life could be worse, I could have cancer, or cellulite.
No, I did not just equate cancer to dimpling from excessive weight gain, I’m simply trying to prove my point. Which is that different things affect different people in different ways. One pathetic narcissistic womans cellulite, is another womans cancer.
I’m not sure where to start, as there is a lot to cover, so I feel like murder is the way to go. Don’t worry friends, I’m a cynic not a killer, my friends on the other hand are questionable.
I’d realized that I had made a huge mistake moving to Hawaii, while I was getting stoned watching Incubus at Red Rocks on DVD with Kyle and one of his friends. Kyle was awesome for a number of reasons, but aside from his good looks and his witty yet refined sense of humor, my favorite thing about him was the Cross of Coronado tattoo (reference Indiana Jones) in the middle of his chest. Anytime I needed a break from the stressors of everyday life, he would offer to smoke me out. Sometimes I wish that guy was still around. Whenever Justin tried killing me, Kyle was my main man. I figured that so long as I was high, getting hit with car or being suffocated would hurt less.
Justin and I were voted reigning drama king and queen in high school. I also lost prom queen by six votes, and no, I’m not bitter. Anyway, Justin was skinny but handsome, and accomplished. Well… as accomplished as you can be at age seventeen. He was student body president, had a cool red truck, and dated the popular girls. In college he was still pretty popular, had a new car, and a new best friend.
His new best friend is where the murdering began. Matt was a mix between a model at Hollister and a cowboy. He was an all American boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body. I won’t describe his body, because looking back, he was of pretty average build, but his face was pretty.
Justin called me one night while he was away at school, just to check in. The conversation went something like this.
“Hey bud, how’s it going in Hawaiiiiiii”
“Good, I have to pee, talk to my roommate”
“What? Just call me back!” (panic)
“Oh sorry, do you want me to have him call you?”
“Oh, uhm, no, that’s okay… uhhhh how are you?” (awkward turtle)
“Good good, getting ready for work, how about you?”
“Good too, have class in a few hours, just hanging out” (playing it cool)
“Your Jessica right? I’ve seen pictures of you”
“Oh… I’m not photogenic” (god dammit)
“I thought they were great photos”
“OH… thanks. What’s your name? (you’re too kind)
“Cool, well you should IM me or something”
“Sweet, I’ll do that when I get to work” (you’re still too kind)
“Okay my user name is nessanizzle”
“Awesome, IM you soon, here’s Justin”
The rest of the conversation with Justin is irrelevant. From that point on, Matt and I would IM at least twice a day. When my roommate locked me out of the dorm to sex her boyfriend, I would call and chat with him. We started talking in August, and come Christmas break the unthinkable happened. Matt asked me to move to Hawaii. At this point in the story a lot of girls say, “awwwwww”, but they shouldn’t. This was by far the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. I didn’t know Matt, wasn’t sure what he looked like, and had not told Justin that I had been talking to Matt for months. I previously told you what Matt looked like, so it’s easy to think of the decision to go to Hawaii as a “smart move”, but he could have been a hairy, overweight, nailbiter.
I applied moved to Hawaii the day before classes started and I didn’t tell my parents. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, “how disrespectful,” and you’re totally right. I moved away without even letting them know, because I knew they would stop me, and I didn’t want to be stopped. I left on a Sunday with 600 dollars thinking that would get me through the semester easy. Good thing my books cost me 586 dollars. As you can see, decision making was not my strong point. I’d like to blame my age and life experience, but I don’t think I’ve done much better since then.
Justin was really excited that I decided to go to school in Hawaii with him, because he didn’t know that I was moving to meet Matt. The way I saw it there were two outcomes. I would meet Matt, fall in love with him, and we get married and die together like in The Notebook. If for some reason Matt did turn out to be a hairy, overweight, nailbiter, at least I was going to school in Hawaii. It was a win-win situation because no matter what happened, I won-won.
Matt and I met, and it was love at first sight. Maybe it was our failed previous relationships or our good looks (ha, that’s a laugh) but we were immediately in love. The chemistry was undeniable, he was charming and aesthetically pleasing and I was the funny one.
Our third day hanging out, the three of us went to dinner at Old Spaghetti Factory. Justin had to use the restroom, so Matt and I took those three minutes to hold hands and he even kissed me on my forehead. Romantic right? Just saying it makes me throw up a little in my mouth. We got seated before Justin got back from the restroom, so we just sat down and smiled. When Justin got to the table, he looked like he was ill.
“Are you doing okay? You look sick”
“Yes Jessica, I’m fucking fine”
“Oh… okay, sorry”
“I’m not hungry”
“What?! Come on you’re the one who’s been talking about coming here all day”
“I lost my appetite, but you two feel free to order together”
At that point, Matt and I realized that Justin must have seen us locking phalanges, and we spent the rest of the dinner in silence. As we got back to the dorm, Justin told me he wanted to speak with me in private, and I agreed. That conversation was somewhat better.
“You can’t date Matt”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious, you just can’t date him”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you’re my best friend, and he’s my roommate, and it would create a
divide between us”
“You’re ridiculous, we’re all adults, it wouldn’t be weird”
“Can you two just wait to date, for me, please, so that I can get used to it?”
“Ugh, fine Justin, I’ll talk to him”
Justin was in love with me, right? There is no way he would ask me not to date Matt if he wasn’t in love with me. He was a great friend, so I thought I would let him get used to the idea before I completely broke his heart, poor guy.
After two weeks of not getting a moment alone with Matt, I was irritated. I didn’t want to procreate but I wouldn’t have minded getting to talk to him alone. Justin was adamant that Matt and I not spend more than an hour alone together. And Matt and I agreed… how STUPID was that? Good god, just telling this story makes me look like an idiot.
When Matt and I did spend an hour alone together Justin would text us the entire time to see what we were doing. The answer was obvious, we were together… alone… texting him back.
Matt decided that he’d had enough and confronted Justin, so Justin, once again, requested to speak with me, alone. We walked outside of the dorm and he simply told me to get in the car. He used his reckless driving skills to scare the shit out of me, and then proceeded to pull into the Waikiki Zoo parking lot. It was around midnight, so we were alone, in the dark. This is the perfect setting for rape or murder to occur, but I will have to disappoint you avid readers.
He turned off his car and left the music on, and we sat in silence for a few moments.
“I’ve never wanted to tell you this”
(This was it, the moment of truth. I had to think of a way to let him down easy)
“I’ve been trying to find the words Jess. I don’t know how to say how I feel
without you passing judgment on me”
“Whatever it is, I love you, you’re one of my best friends, you can tell me
“I’m in love with Matt”
(That just happened. Maybe if I pretend I didn’t hear it, it won’t be real)
“I’m gay Jess”
(Fuck, it’s real)
“I have no idea what to say”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but that’s why you can’t date him”
“Look Justin, if Matt was bisexual or gay, I would understand, but he’s straight,
and I don’t think you’ll have a chance with him. I don’t want to lose my chance with him”
“If you date him, you’re a bad friend”
(He’s getting caddy)
“I love Matt”
“So do I”
“I don’t know what to say”
“Imagine what people will say when they hear what you’re doing to me”
(Is that threat?)
“Is that a threat?”
“I just think you should really think about what you’re doing”
(I can play with fire too)
“I think that you should think about what you’re doing too. For instance, what
you’re going to do with the rest of the evening”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re going to tell Matt that you’re gay and in love with him”
“No I’m fucking not”
“You two live together, you see him naked, it’s inappropriate and you will tell him, or I will”
“You would never”
“You have two hours Justin”
I can’t believe that Justin even drove me home. If I were him, I would have left me in that parking lot. In my defense, I no longer felt like he was one of my best friends. I felt like he was my competition, and they say all is fair in love and war. This was war.
We got back to the dorm, and Justin asked me to be there when he told Matt. I will admit, I was somewhat interested to see how Matt would react as I hadn’t had the opportunity to see him handle a serious situation in the heat of the moment.
“I have to tell you something Matt”
“Okay what’s up”
(Justin starts crying and looks at me)
“Yes you can, everything will be okay”
(Justin stares at the ground)
“I think I’m gay, and I’m in love with you”
(Matt sits next to him on the bed)
“Wow, I’m kind of caught off guard. Dude, I’m like, really flattered and stuff, but I’m not gay. I don’t want things to be weird though, I still want us to be best friends.”
“Are you going to move out now?”
“No way, not unless you want me to”
Obviously Justin didn’t want him to, I could have told him that. But the entire time, I was fixated on Matt. He could not have handled the situation any better, he was brilliant. This was the man I loved.
Matt and I went on our first date the next day. He took me to cheesecake factory in Waikiki, and we walked on the beach. Our relationship was one HUGE cliché, which is probably why I thought it would end as a huge cliché, but I’ll tell you about that in due time. Midway through our date I checked my phone and realized I had missed 12 phone calls, all from Justin.
I checked my messages and had a message in which Justin was crying and apologizing and then abruptly hung up. Concerned I called Anthony, one of their other roommates to check on him. Anthony said that Justin was just passed out drunk on the floor. About an hour later, Anthony called back and asked us to get home immediately. When we got to the dorms there were paramedics, and a group of resident assistants surrounding the room.
No, Justin didn’t die. That would be too easy.
Matt walked into his room, and one of the RA’s asked me to wait outside, because Justin had made it clear that he didn’t want to see me. I walked downstairs and waited in the parking lot. I gathered that he had attempted suicide, but I wasn’t sure how, all I knew what that I felt responsible.
All of a sudden Justin come running down the stairs and stumbles past me to his car. I could smell the tequila from a mile away, or maybe 20 feet, because that was the actual distance. He started his car and backed out of his parking spot. I thought this was a poor choice because A) parking in this area was so scarce and B) he was hammered in his new car.
“Justin what the fuck are you doing”
(Yelling from the car)
“Get out of my way Jessica”
(Standing in front of the car)
“No way, get out. You’re going to crash, I won’t let you do this”
“Get the fuck out of my way Jessica”
(I look over and see Matt running down the stairs)
“Justin, you don’t want to do this”
(I start crying, Matt yells at me from halfway down the stairs)
“What are you doing Jessica, get out of his way”
(Justin punches the gas)
Not only was I upset that I had to dive out of the way so I wouldn’t get hit by one of my “best friends”, but I tore some pretty expensive jeans. Matt came over to me and asked if I was okay. I was okay, but my fucking jeans weren’t.
Justin was missing for four days.
I got a text from Justin asking if he could meet with me. I know he had tried running me over, but he was drunk. All I could think of was every time I asked him to meet with me and he gave me a shoulder to cry on. I couldn’t say no him. I had faith in him. I asked him to meet me after my 6-9 pm lab.
During lab I was distracted and nervous. As soon as I was done I rushed to my dorm to get ready to meet Justin. I opened the door to my room and put my bag down. As soon as I turned on the light, I saw Justin. He was waiting there in my room. Good friends aren’t late of course.
I didn’t walk into my room, as this had, I’m-going-to-suffocate-you-with-the-plastic-bag-I’m-holding, written all over it.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“It was unlocked”
“No it wasn’t I just unlocked it to get in”
“That’s because I locked it when I came in silly”
“We should go get coffee or something”
“I was hoping we could talk here”
(I can’t talk through plastic)
“I’m dying for a coffee, my treat?”
I’m not sure what his intentions were, but waiting in my room in the dark with a plastic bag in hand either meant he wanted to kill me, or he was experimenting with darkness and trash pickup. I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don’t think he’d be creative enough to pull off an experiment like that.
Coffee was normal. It was even fun. We didn’t talk about Matt at all, and I remembered why Justin and I had been such good friends in the first place. After coffee, he went to his dorm room and I went to mine. I got a text from Matt saying Justin apologized and that they were going to hang out. It seemed all was well.
Two nights later Justin asked if Matt and I wanted to drink some and watch movies. We were really excited that he was coming around, and agreed. A bottle of Jose and a bottle of cheap red wine was the cure for any awkward tension.
After Matt had taken seven shots of tequila and I had taken four, I started to feel uncomfortable. Justin said that he was going to just drink wine for the evening, which was fine, until I noticed that he hadn’t even finished half a cup.
Matt continued taking shots, because he was an idiot. Once I realized there was something strange going on, I stopped drinking.
“Jessica why aren’t you drinking the tequila?”
“Well I noticed that you weren’t drinking, so I decided to cut back a little”
“You’re so observant”
“I guess I am”
(Please don’t kill me)
All of a sudden Matt started throwing up a la Linda Blair. He’d done somewhere around 11 shots of tequila when the alcohol poisoning hit him. All he could do was throw up and say ‘I love you guys’. Useless. Then he started throwing up on his bed and on his clothes.
“I’ll shower him”
“No you will not, I’ll do it, he’s my boyfriend”
“You’re drunk, and you need to wash his sheets”
“I’m not leaving you alone with him”
(Justin starts taking off Matts shirt)
“Don’t fucking touch him”
(I hit his hand away)
“He needs a shower, and this is our room”
“I will shower him Justin”
(Anthony walks in – thank god)
“It smells like shit in here”
“Anthony will you help me get Matt to the bathroom”
We got Matt showered and his sheets washed and he went to bed. Anthony promised to keep a close eye on him. I walked back to my dorm wondering what the hell had just happened. I had almost been manipulated… Justin almost took advantage of Matt and if I would’ve kept drinking I wouldn’t have been able to stop it. Good god I’m going to have a hangover tomorrow.
The next day when I told Matt everything, he said he couldn’t remember a thing. I wished I couldn’t remember a thing. Justin was acting cool when all three of us were together, but I knew that his agenda was priority. I was just waiting for his next move, thinking I would be ready for it.
Matt wanted to go see Underworld 2 or 3… I can’t remember which one, but I had no interest in seeing it, so he went with Anthony and some other friends. I assumed Justin had gone with him, so I went to Matt’s dorm room to see if I could find a hidden camera or something.
Justin was home, and welcomed me in. Good thing we were alone. I could feel the hair on the back of neck rise and fucking grow. This was it, I was toast. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something”
“What’s it like to be in Matt’s arms at night?”
(Are you fucking kidding me)
“I’m sorry, what?”
“At night, when you two are alone, together. What’s it like?”
“I don’t know, I don’t feel comfortable talking about this”
“Oh come on, it’s just girl talk”
(You have a dick)
“This is weird, maybe I should go”
(Justin stands up and blocks the doorway)
“You know sometimes I pretend that I’m you”
(My dick is bigger)
“Sometimes I see you two together and I pretend that he’s kissing me. I pretend that he love me”
“I just want to leave please”
“Tell you what, at 11 o’clock tonight, when Matt is holding you in his arms, close your eyes and think of me. I’ll be sure to be thinking of you”
(I’m crying, because he is psycho)
“Please jut let me out”
“Oh sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow Jessica”
When Matt got home from the movie he came to my dorm room. I was crying and told him what happened. Matt almost didn’t believe me, because Justin had been acting so normal. I don’t think he would have believed it until I got a text from Justin at 10:59 saying he was thinking of me. I made sure Matt and I were ten feet away from each other at 11 o’clock.
I woke up the next day feeling better since Matt had spent the night in my room. I ran into Justin on campus, but as usual, he was “normal”. I checked my phone after philosophy and saw that I had a missed call from my mom. I thought it was strange, because she hadn’t called me since I left home without telling her. I guess things were starting to look up, maybe she wanted to reconcile. On my two hour lunch break I called her back.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Calling you back?”
“How many people have you slept with, and how long have you been using?”
(Even more confused)
“What are you talking about?”
“Justin told me everything. He said he was really concerned about you, and that maybe I should make you come home”
(So much for things looking up, that crazy son of a bitch)
“Oh really, and what did that prick have to say?”
“He’s just looking out for you Jessica Amanda”
“No he’s not. And if you had returned my calls or e-mails you would know what’s been going on.”
“What’s been going on is that you’re having sex to make money for drugs. What happened to you, you were such a good kid”
(What happened was a crazy gay guy)
“You know what mom, if that’s what you really think, then think it. I’m not going to explain it to someone who won’t even give me a fair chance”
“You’re a whore, get your life together Jessica”
Up until that point I had kept my composure in the whole situation. I tried to be understanding and sympathize with what Justin was going through, but now a line had been crossed. And I was done saving face. If he thought he could win this, he was wrong. Let the games begin.
I walked to their dorm room thinking of everything I was going to say to him. As I walked in, I saw him and just lunged. All I wanted was to kill him, and realistically all he wanted was to kill me, so it was a mutual relationship. Matt immediately grabbed me off of Justin and I kept swinging.
“What the hell Jess, what are you doing?”
“You don’t know what this... this… this faggot did”
(Justin stands up)
“What the fuck did you just say to me”
(Matt moves me away as I start sobbing)
“I’m going to fucking kill you Justin”
(Justin tries to walk out of the room, but I break free and stop him)
“You think it was funny to call my mom, and lie to her. Tell her I was some fucking coke head. Well I’ll show you fucking funny”
(Matt looks at Justin)
“What the fuck is going on?”
(I’m using my phone)
“I don’t know, as your crazy ass girlfriend”
“Hello, is Sandy available?”
(Justin looks over and lunges at me, Matt blocks him)
“Yes I’ll hold”
“Don’t do this Jessica, please, I’m so sorry, please don’t”
“Hi Sandy, this is Jessica”
“I’m begging you Jessica, please don’t, you win”
(I look at him)
“Yea I just wanted to call and let you know that Justin has something he wants to tell you”
(He looks at me in disbelief as I hand him the phone)
“I won’t do this, not to my mom”
(As he starts crying, I put the phone back to my ear)
“I’m sorry Sandy, he’s too emotional right now… I shouldn’t tell you, he should really tell you himself… He’s gay”
(Justin walk to the couch and starts sobbing)
“Sure I’ll make sure he calls you when he’s ready… you too Sandy… bye”
“How could you do that to me? That’s my mother… she’ll be so upset”
“How could I do that to you? The same way you did it to me. I have been nothing but patient and kind in this whole situation but this is it. If you keep fucking with me, I will fight back.”
To this day I still feel guilty about telling his mom that he was gay. If there is one thing I could take back in that whole situation that would be it. Not only did I have no right, but it shows what poor character I had back then when something upset me. Self control takes practice, and at that point, I had none.
Matt wasn’t sure who’s side to take, because Justin and I were both in the wrong. I was so ashamed of myself that I didn’t even want to see Matt. I wouldn’t blame Matt if he thought I was a bitch and never wanted to see me again. When he asked to meet up with me at Jamba Juice I was prepared for the absolute worst. Waterproof mascara is gods gift to the broken hearted.
“What you did wasn’t right Jess”
“I know that, I just lost control. I’m sorry that you had to see that”
“Look we haven’t been dating that long…”
“I get it, its okay. I don’t handle things as well as you do, I’m sure you could find someone better, I understand”
“Did you just dump me?”
“Did I just dump you?”
(This is so not funny to me)
“Well what I was going to say, was that what you did wasn’t right. But it was nice to see that you don’t let people shit on your for too long. And you’re only human, I don’t blame you for doing what you did”
“I wish I could have handled it better… like how you handle things”
(Matt comes over and puts his arm around me)
After only three weeks of dating, it felt like Matt and I had been through more than most couples in their life. As such, we thought it was the right time to take the next step. No, not marriage, we decided to consummate. Matt was a virgin, and I… wasn’t. In my defense, I had been with my previous boyfriend for three years. Not that I have to defend my sex life.
I won’t bore you (or turn you on) with the details of that sexual escapade, but I will fill you in on the final thrust. Why? Because that’s when someone started banging on my dorm room door.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“I have no idea, but they keep banging”
“Should we answer?”
“I’m still inside you”
“Christ, get off, I’ll get dressed and answer”
I put my clothes on and went to the front door. As I looked out the peep hole I didn’t see anyone there, but all of sudden the banging started again. Matt was putting his shirt on and looked at me funny. I walked to my phone, and found that I had missed 23 phone calls. I started checking my texts and they were all from Justin. Then my phone began to ring. I was not about to get fucked with.
“You were obviously too busy to answer your fucking phone, but I know you’re in there. Are you to scared to open the door?”
“Are you too scared to show your face?”
All of a sudden I notice the knob in my bathroom start to turn. I shared my bathroom with another room and didn’t think that he would have the nerve to break in. He did have the nerve. But I was quick enough to lock it, and then he proceeded to bang on the bathroom door. Matt looked at me and told me not to let him in the room, but I was ready to throw down. There was banging at the front door, and I opened it to let him in.
Justin collapsed on the floor. I looked down confused. He was wearing a fitted white tee shirt and smelled like he had been running for two months straight. He looked up from the ground and started crying. I stood there in awe of the show he was putting on, and couldn’t wait to hear what craziness would spew out of his mouth.
“I need Matt”
“He’s on the bed”
“Please help me get over there”
“No, get up yourself”
He proceeded to crawl over to the big area of the room and find Matt.
“Matt hold me”
Matt actually helped Justin get on the bed but Justin wouldn’t let go after he was situated. Instead he hugged Matt closer, looked at me, and smiled. It was disgusting, I felt like throwing up, so I walked to the bathroom and cried instead. Matt told me he was going to take Justin to their room and talk him down, so they left.
After a few hours Matt came back to tell me the most ridiculous story I thought I would ever hear in my life. Justin claimed that while he was shopping at Kahala Mall, he was being followed by a transvestite. He continued to say that as he went to the parking garage he was followed, attacked, and raped. First of all, I might be sarcastic and make awful jokes that surely damn me to hell, but playing around with accusations this serious is not a joke.
Matt gave me full details as I sat infuriated. I needed a distraction so I grabbed my phone to see if anyone wanted me. I realized I had missed phone calls and text messages, all from Justin. I listened to the phone message, and read through the text messages and almost died. He literally left me a message yelling for help and claiming he was being raped. I don’t know about you, but if I was getting attacked and raped, the last thing I would do is call and text.
I told Matt I was going to go downstairs to relax and ran into my friend Amanda. She asked if I was okay, and I wasn’t, but I lied. I asked her what she had been up to, and she told me that she had just finished watching a movie with none other that our pal Justin. I couldn’t breathe when she told me, because I thought flames would come out of my mouth. I went upstairs and immediately told Matt, and we decided enough was enough.
After going to the dean of admissions and the priests on campus, (I was hoping to get Justin exorcised) the university intervened. On Valentines day, Justin went back to our hometown to get the psychological help he needed to sort through his hard time. And that was it. He literally left without saying a word. He wrote me a letter telling me he was going home to get help, and that he was sorry for everything he had done to me. He also left me a stuffed animal and some chocolates. I let Matt eat the chocolates, just in case they were poisoned. I figured that if they were, Justin would feel worse if Matt got poisoned.
Matt and I had a healthy relationship from that point on, and that summer after my freshman year, he came to meet my parents. While shopping at our local Fred Meyers, the unthinkable happened. We ran into Justin. I started having a panic attack, wondering if him seeing us together would set him into a violent rage and he would kill everyone in the store. Instead he came up to us, said hello, asked how we were doing, and wished us the best. I was waiting for him to turn around and strangle me, but he didn’t, he simply walked away. I felt like yelling, “pussy”, but that was a can of worms I didn’t ever want to re-open.
Fast forward to the end of my sophomore year in college, when Matt decided I was the love of his life, and asked me to marry him. It was probably the worse proposal a girl could have ever imagined.
“Jess, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”
“No, I don’t. Because I have to do all of the laundry and the dishes”
“I think we should go to dinner”
“I think you should do the fucking dishes”
“Are you angry?”
Matt went to his room while I played house, and finished the dishes. Then he called me into his room.
“I’m busy Matthew”
“Could you just come in please”
“Fine, what do you want”
“I see that pile of laundry, what, would you like me to fold it?”
He sighed and then pointed to his desk, where a small tiffany and co. box was wrapped in a beautiful white ribbon.
“What is this?”
“What are you kissing my ass now?”
I grabbed the box, mouthing off other smart ass comments an then saw that it was a ring.
“Yes, a ring”
“Did you even ask our parents?”
“Jesus Christ Jessica, yes, I asked our parents”
“Well… okay, I’ll marry you”
And that was it. It didn’t even have the potential of being romantic, but I figured that romance was for chick flicks.
Jump to our junior year in college, when we won a 22,000.00 wedding on a radio contest in Portland, OR. Jump to October 6, 2008, exactly one month before our wedding, when he called me over the phone, and told me that he didn’t want to marry me anymore. He left for his internship in August of 2008, which was the last time I saw him, and I haven’t seen him since then. Yep.
I am a little burnt out on reliving the past, but plan on writing more on the events leading to the engagement, when he called it off, and the recovery from college as a whole. Thanks!!
Created: Jan 12, 2010Document Media