Wednesday, September 25, 2019

THIRTY-0NE

     That night we talked, probably the calmest we had talked in a long time. It was weird because for the first time in so long the talking wasn't followed by screaming. We actually had an adult conversation and it scared the crap out of me. He promised me again that it would never happen and apologized once again for everything that he had done. I knew better than to believe him because every time he's said that I knew that eventually there would be more to come. I made him promise me that he would never speak to her again and then he was to block her number and he agreed.
     He accused me of being something more than friends with one of my male friends and told me to block him as well and I agreed. It was calm for days and we got along like we used to, laughing, spending time together and just being in the same room, together for once. It was just like old times and I loved it. I was in heaven. We were even working together selling the cars and setting things up, working as a team, 50/50. That was something we hadn't done in I don't know how long, if ever. Two nights ago though we ended up getting in an argument because he accused me of sleeping with that male friend that I had blocked. I told him that I hadn't but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He wouldn't leave me alone about it so we bickered and we argued until I went to bed that night crying and alone. The next morning I woke up and he acted as if it never happened. We were getting along just fine like we had the day before we started fighting. We were laughing and talking and just enjoying being together. But around 11pm last night he told me he was meeting up with some friends. I believed him because he had done it how many times before and they had brought him back validating that he was in fact with them. I said okay and around 1:30am he called to check in with me and tell me that he was okay and that he would be home soon. I got this feeling though and my spidey-sense started tingling again. I knew it wasn't good, so I looked up the account for the cell phones and pulled up the phone numbers. Sure enough right in front of me was the dreaded number of the second one that he cheated on me with, thirty-one times. He had called that number thirty-one times in twenty-four hours. I couldn't believe it. Here we go again. 

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