This is the first and last time I will ever address this: people are not objects. They cannot be stolen or traded.
(Cats can be stolen, though. It’s despicable and unforgivable, but if it doesn’t fit your version of events, then by all means, leave it out.)
There are three people that were directly involved in the events in question, and all three of us have a different version of how it happened. For Carlton it started in April when his girlfriend moved back in with her parents and went days at a time without speaking to him while insisting that everything was okay. For Grace it started in December when she overheard an insult about her and a conversation of longing to leave Gulfport and decided that she didn’t want to go. For me it began the week leading up to my move and trying to split my time equally between two friends, whom I was under the impression were reconciling, and being told all at once that they were not and that my continued friendship with Carlton was grounds for not having Grace in my life ever again.
I carry a lot of emotional baggage, but there aren’t any people in it. If you leave me, I consider it to be for good.
And two weeks later when Carlton called me from his drive way as she and her backup squad of three left with his cat in her backseat, I told him
Go to Hattiesburg
Or to Michigan
Or to Colorado
Or come here, but donotdonotdoNOT stay in that house or in that city and drive yourself crazy because I’ve done it and it will only do you harm.
And he said he’d come to North Dakota and we could get bunkbeds and build blanket forts and then he’d move on to more adventurous locales.
It was not until a week later when he arrived that we came to the conclusion that bunkbeds were not the route our relationship was going to take.
And if you want to call that wrong because we were both linked to a person that had a month prior made it abundantly clear she did not want to be a part of either of our lives any further, then you have fun with that I guess.
I moved 2000 miles away from the south for a reason, and it was not to continue being caught up in these ridiculous drama and gossip rings. I live in a gorgeous state with a gorgeous man than I’ve known for just under a decade and I’m happy.
If, occasionally, some girlfriend of a friend of a friend finds this blog and gets indignant and slings accusations or insults at me via the fucking internet from across the country- if that’s the price I pay for living this amazing life- then I guess I’m fine with that.
And I’ll continue to blog about it, too.