Apr 27, 2005 10:36
Last night I was looking in the boy's backpack that he left at my house, and honestly, I was just looking for a lighter. I did trust him so I wasn't worried about anything else. But, instead I found a girl named Brandy's phone number. It was his handwriting, and it was a funny area code. He's been going out of town for work on the weekends to Alabama and Florida, so I grabbed a phonebook, and sure enough, the area code belongs to Alabama.
I really hate being jealous. I don't date people that I don't trust. I don't like myself when I obsess about things, and I certainly don't want to worry about him while he's out of town.
He claimed that she was some girl that ran out of a restaurant and I guess he got a piece of paper and a pen and got her number? I guess I might be able to understand it if it was her handwriting on her paper. I mean seriously, why didn't he just say he had a girlfriend?
I know I've done a few things that might raise an eyebrow if he didn't have all the details, but my heart is always in the right place. I don't cheat.
Anyway, he accused me of acting like a psycho, and also trying to find reasons to get mad at him, which might be true, but I think it's a pretty good reason.
I'm done with him. I don't feel like I have a choice.
I hate people, and I especially hate girls named Brandy.