Guy C is an ongoing story and he gets his own post and own title.
I met Guy C in the summer of my Junior year in high school. He was different. He was sweet as ever. He genuinely cared about me, but he was younger than me. Big problem there. It didn't seem like it at the time, but eventually it started to show. I was fine with him being one year younger than me. No problemo, but then the immaturity began.. We were not in the relationship by ourselves. It was me, him, all his friends, his mom, and his two sisters. Oh and by the way his family hated me...still does to this very day. I don't know why they hated me. Maybe it was because their housemaid was growing up and leaving the house. He wasn't there to be at their every beck and call. And his mom...maybe she didn't want her only son to not need her anymore....tf am I saying??? She needed him. She practically used him. I don't like his family. I won't hide that. They were a big part of why our relationship did not work the first time along with all the other people in our neighborhood pitching their unwanted two cents in...
Guy C was my first relationship where I had to endure everyone telling lies on me to him and actively trying to break us up. The girls wanted to break us up because they wanted him. The guys wanted us to break up because they wanted me. See, when I first moved to that neighborhood all of the guys there tried to get with me. They all stared and hoped...wondering who the lucky bastard would be, if any. Well Guy C won me over. We were great for the first few months. Nothing could stop us.Well...I thought nothing could. You see, he loved to show me off, and make all the other guys envious of him. So they got envious and and they tried their damned hardest to break us up. And he fell for everything they fed him. I could be at home sleep or in class or just out with my family and he would call me with the attitude from hell. "Where were you today? What were you doing? Who were you with?" I would get so angry and yell at him. I'd tell him where I was and his next response was always "Well they told me..they this, they that..." First of all, who the f*k are they? Forget the fact that no one in the neighborhood really knew me. They had only seen me around. So eventually all the arguing got to me and we broke up. And then I met Guy D...
Guy C was my first relationship where I had to endure everyone telling lies on me to him and actively trying to break us up. The girls wanted to break us up because they wanted him. The guys wanted us to break up because they wanted me. See, when I first moved to that neighborhood all of the guys there tried to get with me. They all stared and hoped...wondering who the lucky bastard would be, if any. Well Guy C won me over. We were great for the first few months. Nothing could stop us.Well...I thought nothing could. You see, he loved to show me off, and make all the other guys envious of him. So they got envious and and they tried their damned hardest to break us up. And he fell for everything they fed him. I could be at home sleep or in class or just out with my family and he would call me with the attitude from hell. "Where were you today? What were you doing? Who were you with?" I would get so angry and yell at him. I'd tell him where I was and his next response was always "Well they told me..they this, they that..." First of all, who the f*k are they? Forget the fact that no one in the neighborhood really knew me. They had only seen me around. So eventually all the arguing got to me and we broke up. And then I met Guy D...
This isn't the end of Guy C, this is just a break in his story.
Until next time...
-Signed,
Love
