Baby Mamas
That fucking bloke lied to me again. We went out, had a fabulous time with Bestie in a beer garden, then, on the way home, he dropped another bombshell about his baby mamas. I can’t believe this keeps happening to me. Actually, I can… because I should’ve left him already, but still.
No, he doesn’t have another kid, like I mentioned in Job Offer. Thank fuck. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if he’d dropped another secret child on me.
This time, the lie was about the baby mama.
Sorry: baby mamas.
Emphasis on the ‘s’ there.
Why? Because instead of having one baby mama, like he told me, he actually has multiple baby mamas. I should’ve fucking guessed.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you plan on having a good, healthy relationship with someone you’ve recently met and quite like, you probably shouldn’t repeatedly lie to them. It’s not a good idea. Trust me.
I’m raging. I’m so damn angry. I also think I might be done here. I deserve better than this. I’m an asshole who occasionally lets slip a little white lie, but this is something else entirely. This is batshit lying. It’s insane. I hate it.
We had an argument, then I stormed into my house, slamming his car door as I went.
Yeah, that’s right: I’m slamming doors. What are you gonna do about it?
A few hours later, right before I was climbing into bed, he sent a text. One word: “Hi.”
We talked for a bit. He told me that he’d lied because he was scared of losing me, that I wouldn’t be able to deal with his complicated past, and we wouldn’t be together once I’d found out.
I mean, if he’d have actually told me, there wouldn’t have been a problem. But he didn’t, did he? He repeatedly lied instead.
“Look,” I told him. “That’s your past. We all have a past. I’ve got a few things in mine that I’m not particularly proud of. You can’t lie to me, though. Stop fucking lying to me.”
We ended on a relatively good note, but my head is all over the place. Part of me thinks that I should get rid of him. He’s had enough chances already, hasn’t he? He chose to lie to me again and again and again. All I’ve ever done, is be honest.
But…
We have chemistry. I enjoy fucking him. Most of the time I enjoy his company.
I think I’ve already made my mind up, haven’t I? I’m going to give him another chance, because that’s what I do. I’m not sure how to tell Bestie that, of course; he’s raging mad at OB’s behaviour – and hasn’t he been right about every dickhead bloke before?
Everyone deserves a second chance though… don’t they?
Time will tell, I suppose.
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