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I Married The Easter Bunny Part IV

The next three and a half months were miserable.  It quickly became apparent to everyone except AH, that B was going out with him for no other reason than to hurt yours truly.

They would come to the mall and walk up and down across the center court from the info booth holding hands and laughing and kissing.  I did my best to ignore it, but I watched every move from under my bangs.  Apparently, my lack of a reaction spurred her to greater action.  Suddenly, they started frequenting the jewelry store right next to my desk.  She would try on engagement rings and hold her arm up as high as it would stretch and squeal with extremely loud delight at the sparkle as she wiggled her fingers.  He just stood there like a big dope while she preened and shot not so subtle side glances in my direction.

Their next stop was the art store just across from me, where she would point out paintings high up on the walls and gesticulate wildly while apparently explaining where said mall artwork would hang in their future home.  Again, he stood by, smiling once in a while, but not really reacting.  I think he was finally catching on because I noticed him starting to look my way.  He was twenty-five years old for God’s sake, it took him long enough…

A couple of my mall friends, bless their shoe selling hearts, started trying to help.  They knew who the two of them were, so my handsome shoe-boy friends started appearing out of nowhere to flirt and laugh and touch my arm whenever they saw the AH and his B show up.  What those two didn’t know was that one of them was married and the other one was gay.  They were just trying to help, and not long after the boys began to intervene, the hurtful mall visits came to an abrupt end.

Since AH must have realized that they were being bullies and refused to come to the mall anymore, they suddenly began showing up very publicly around town.  I’d see them at the gas station, she’d look up and see me in my car and be overcome with a fit of uncontrollable passion and literally LEAP into his arms and start kissing him.  It was nauseating and I was moving past hurt to pissed off.  Then one day, I saw her in her ex-boyfriend’s car outside the bank kissing HIM passionately.  Then I saw her driving his car.  Then I saw her with the AH again.  I realized I was no longer hurt OR angry, I had become indifferent.  I no longer cared.  If he was that stupid, I didn’t want him anyway.  I just hoped that when the idiot finally realized he’d been used, that he’d have a painful moment or two over the stupid mistake he’d made.

Another thing I realized was that I no longer cared about boys.  I was finished.  I realized that at some point, I would date, but I would NEVER allow anyone to get that close to me again.  It had been my experience that they always disappointed you.  They either waited too long to do what they said they would do, or they got overly possessive and jealous and cut you off from everyone but them or they lied and cheated and were stupid.  I decided that from that moment forward, it would be my way or the highway and the highway would be an easy choice  because I was never getting emotionally attached to a male ever again.

About halfway through March, I began to find out how wrong I was about that.

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I Married The Easter Bunny Part III

After an awkward couple of weeks with AH, I knew something was wrong and I was hoping that whatever it was we could talk about it and fix it.  After the lunch and movie date that mostly wasn’t, someone I trusted more than just about anyone on earth called me with news that I thought at the time would kill me.

When I was a little girl, I had a friend named B.  She lived in the country and going to her house was one of my absolutely most favorite things in the world.  She was one of my closest friends until we hit puberty.  As everyone on earth knows, there is nothing worse than a girl between the ages of about eleven and fifteen or so.  Suddenly, rumors, innuendos and outright lies by third parties ruined our friendship. Then boy troubles started between us and it went even further downhill.  She basically became my nemesis and worst nightmare.  A friend who knows all about you who now hates you.  She knew the exact right place to stick the knife in and she was an expert at then twisting it so it would do the most damage.

So, a night or two before Thanksgiving, my friend called and told me he had something important to talk to me about.  He had been at a party the previous Saturday night and my frenemy B was there with none other than AH, my older handsome boyfriend.  The people at the party were way too young for AH to be hanging around with and he didn’t know any of them really.  They weren’t just at the same place and standing together, they were there TOGETHER.  On a date.  In the truck that was so broken down that afternoon that it couldn’t be driven and had to be worked on half the night preventing it’s owner from going to the movies.  The news could not have been worse.  I would’ve been hurt no matter what, but the WHO of the situation made it a thousand times more torturous.  Of all the people in the world for him to choose to cheat with, it just had to be her.  I thanked my friend, hung up the phone and proceeded to die inside by degrees.  I think now it was divine justice for the clumsy handling of my high school boyfriend breakup, but at the time, it was just the worst thing ever to happen in the world.

I was not going to act like a simpering whiney baby though.  Oh no, not me.  On Thanksgiving Day, I sqared my shoulders, but on a super cute black dress and heels and went to dinner with my parents.  After dinner they dropped me off at the AH’s house and his parents made all over me.  They had no idea.  We had a piece of cake and left the house.  We got silently into his truck and started the drive home.  He knew that I knew.  Everyone in town knew that the boy who called and told me was close to me.  B knew that he would tell me.  That’s why she took AH to the party in all likelihood.  It was time to force the issue.

AH proceeded to lie some more and drop a couple of bombshells that were actually true on me.  The first revelation was that the woman I saw driving his truck was not just a friend, but his ex-girlfriend.  She WAS however going to pick up her daughter.  HIS daughter.  He proceeded to tell me that he was going to have to leave our relationship because he was going back to his ex and their daughter.  He said it was time for him to grow up and take responsibility for his family.  The only part of that story that was true was the fact that the little girl was his.  I told him that I was kind of confused by what he was telling me because the story on the grapevine was that he was dating B.  He said it was not true.  He told me that whoever had told me that was straightup lying.  He said he only knew who B was because she came into the store where he worked every once in a while.  I told him that I could not believe what a liar he was.  I told him that the person who told me had my complete trust and that I felt like a fool for ever believing HIM.  I got out of his truck, went into my house and woke up the next morning a changed person.