So, it's been quite some time that I updated this blog and here is the reason why. Ever since the breakup I went through with Samantha, it's been hard for me to write about how I feel. So, in turn, I feel somewhat at ease now to inform everyone as to what happened.
It was May 9 - Our anniversary, and even at this time, the road had been getting bumpy for quite some time. Well, the good person that I am threw away all the negativity behind me only to ensure she got a fantastic day out of this. I went to Wal-Mart and spent about an hour deciding on what kind of gift I wanted to get her. After narrowing it down to a few solid choices, I decided to go with a sterling silver necklace that had a heart dangling from it with four small diamonds engraved on the heart. I put it on my credit card, and to kill two birds with one stone, got a card as well.
I couldn't get a hold of her at all that morning and I had class about an hour or so after I left Wal-Mart. So, I decided to stop by her house in hopes that maybe she would be there. I pulled up, the three dogs started barking loudly, and didn't think no one was home. I walked to the front door only to be greeted by her mother. I explained to her about Samantha and how the lack of communication had been getting worse and that I didn't know where she was at. Well, her mother told me that she had just left to go to the gym with one of her friends. (Which makes me question why she wouldn't answer her phone if she had been up)
I gave the card and the gift box to her mom and requested she put both of them on Samantha's bed, preferbaly with the card leaning up against the box to make for a good display!
Time went on that day and I began to focus more on the classes I had to attend to that day. I got back to my dorm room at about 8:30pm (had a late class) and still hadn't heard anything from Samantha. As usual when I come back from class, I hop on Facebook to see what's going on with my friends and such. This is where the story gets heated up.
I came across, on her profile, where she had recently became friends with one of her ex's. I had remembered his name from prior power talks we used to have about our pasts. Well, even though he isn't my friend, I was still able to look at his information only because he had it set to public.
The very first thing I saw when I went to his profile was his initials and Samantha's initials as a post that had been made about an hour before I saw it. I scrolled down to see another post where he stated he was glad he got to see his "babygirl" today. A few comments from his friends insisted to know who that certain someone was, and he replied back to them and said "Samantha Price".
I immediately storm out of my room and to the elevators. Impatiently waiting on the elevator to get to the seventh floor, I violently punched the wall which would eventually end up being a "Boxer's Fracture" that I had to have minor surgery on. I get down to the entrance of my dormitory, and part of the staff that knew me obviously saw me shaking in panic and tried to comfort me with words the best they could. I briefly gave them the run down of what had happened, and they were at a loss of words.
I get outside, light a cigarette, and trying to cool down, I decide to text Samantha and instead of calling her to prevent me saying anything out of the way that might lead me into some trouble. I texted her and said "You're cheating on me?". (Note: She hadn't replied to anything from me ALL DAY). About five minutes later, my phone had an incoming text and sure enough, it was from Samantha. She replied "No. Why would you think that?". That made me even more furious because I knew that she was intentionally trying to hide it. Not knowing what to say, I don't say anything for the next five to ten minutes. Impatient and confused, Samantha calls me demanding to know "what the hell is going on". I cut her off, and for about three minutes, I'm constantly just throwing out everything that I saw and read at her while at the same time, cutting her off from trying to interrupt what I was saying. She eventually calmed me down (minimally might I add) and got me to talk to her on a calmer level. She admitted that she agreed to be "cool" with him and that was it. She also stated that he was "obsessive, and sometimes a creeper" when it came to her and he would say anything he could to make himself believe that. Gullible, I believed about 70% of what she told me and decided to let it rest and let everything just sink in.
While still on the phone with her, I randomly asked her if she had gotten the gifts that I dropped off for her. Curious, she stated that she didn't know what I was talking about. I told her to look on her bed and there would be a card and a little gift box for our anniversary. She got quiet, but in the background, I could hear her opening the card by the ripping of the envelope. I could hear her quietly reading what I wrote her and as she said thank you, pulled out the the necklace from the box and said "Oh my God. I feel like such a bitch". I replied to her and said "Yeah, I bet so". It felt good to hear her say that because a part of me wanted to realize that she really did feel bad and had quickly learned her lesson. Romantically, I pour out my heart to her about how much I care for her and how much I was scared she was going to leave me, hurt me, and/or cheat on me and that I was shaking so bad that I was on the edge of wanting to go to the emergency room. After all that, she remained quiet, and I could her a few sniffles in the background. I demanded that I wanted to come over right then and see her, even if it was for a few seconds. She quickly shot that down. I tried asking over and over and finally she gave in and said "You can come get a hug and then you can leave because I'm tired and don't feel good". I drove to her house (about 1 minute from campus) pulled up, got out of the car, walked up to the gate and she came out. Without any words being exchanged, we hugged, and she just turned around to head back inside. I said "I love you?". I got no reply. I went back to my dorm, and laid in bed, questioning myself as to what was going on.
The next morning I woke up and felt somewhat better, but still had a massive headache. I did my morning routine of checking my Facebook, only to find that Samantha's no longer existed. I found it quite odd, so I checked her ex's Facebook for some odd reason is his no longer existed either. Confused, I had my friend log on to his to see if she was still on there, and sure enough she was. I texted her and asked her why I couldn't find her on Facebook and she said" I deleted it because I'm tired of all the drama."
A few days of pain from my fractured right hand and too much studying and heart pain, I decided to drive to Samantha's sisters house to vent about everything. Luckily, Samantha's sister, Laura, and her husband, John, appreciated me enough as a person and to this day still stay in touch with me. I walked in, grabbed a seat, and got a cold beer and began telling everything to them. Sadly, a lot of what I was telling them, they turned right around and proved me wrong and told me what really happened. What did I learn from this? I'm not the first person Samantha has done this to. She was described to me as a "con-artist" and was very smart about erasing her tracks, per say.
As of this day, Samantha has blocked me from nearly every single form of communication possible. From what I've learned from her friends and people that know her, she is doing the SAME exact thing she did to all the ones before me, and including me, to a new guy who is sadly going down the path of a eternal redemption.
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