Kinda a vent post
I am here to explain what happened with my LV experience. As some of you know, I posted a number of times (many of those entries are in my old blog, which I haven’t posted the archives of yet) about how LV was a very up and down experience for me. I made those posts even back in April, when I’d only recently arrived. Also, I left LV kind of abruptly — in fact, the first day of driving home was Day 1a of the Main Event. It’s kinda an odd time for me to be leaving LV.
I normally don’t blog about things like this, but I need to get some issues off of my chest… here goes:
The short story is that I moved to LV to live with a girl. We’d been introduced by a mutual friend and spent a fair amount of time in a long distance relationship. I made a few bad decisions on arrival that essentially screwed me over for my whole visit there. The first was letting her live in the apt that I was renting. Although I don’t know why, she changed almost immediately upon arrival. Despite past positive experiences in person, I don’t think we ever got along in our time together in LV. Of course, this made our living situation pretty unbearable for both of us. That being said, I wasn’t going to give up on the relationship immediately. Apparently, she did. According to multiple stories that I’ve heard, she was either going on dates or hanging out alone with another guy within a week or two of getting to LV. Some stories even involved her, in essence, stealing from another individual at a strip casino. I can’t confirm that it actually happened so I am not taking it as a fact, but a lot of things in the story do add up based on the facts that I know about her. In addition, I confirmed that she did hook up (and maybe more) with another guy after less than a month after we got there. She then continued the relationship over a long distance and supposedly is still with him today.
Either way, the whole situation put me on life tilt. I can deal with a girl deciding she doesn’t want to be with me — it happens. It was pretty clear that things weren’t going to work between the two of us anyway, so I don’t necessarily blame her for moving on. It was the way in which she moved on that was completely out of line. First, she never said “I’m done, I’m moving on, we’re over, let’s just get away from each other and each do our own thing.” Instead, she decided to hang around — she wouldn’t leave the apt and get her own place. I asked her to leave a few times and in order for me to get her out of there, I would have had to involve the police. I didn’t really want to do that even though, in retrospect, I should have. I’m sure that created a fair amount of resentment on her part, but in reality, I was just trying to separate our lives so we could each just go our own way and stop putting each other on tilt. I can’t tell you how many times I regretted letting her move in there — it was one of the worst decisions I’ve made in my life. On the one hand, do I have a right to know what someone else is doing or who they’re seeing? No, not really. But also, does she have a right to live in my place where I paid every bill and lie to me over and over? No, not really. If she wanted me out of her life, she needed to take her belongings and, as P5s OTers would say, GTFO.
In the end, she lied to me for months about things. I’m pretty sure she even went so far as to make up a month-long cancer scare, although I can’t figure out why she might have done that. What I do know is that the facts she relayed to me do not make sense on a medical level. I could go on and on listing all of the things that have turned out to be lies, but there’s no real point in doing that.
It ended in ugly, but necessary, fashion. I moved out when she was out of town visiting her boyfriend and, once I pieced together the story, I put her belongings into a storage unit (I guess I should make clear that she withheld basically all details about her relationship and where she saw our relationship heading … I only really put everything together when a bunch of things about her trip didn’t add up and I figured out where she actually was). I didn’t see any other way for us to finally separate. Being back in Atlanta has helped me finally get over the life tilt resulting from the endless lies, cheating and deception. Hopefully I’m basically done with her for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, there is one remaining issue between us that needs to be solved. It will arise at the end of the year and at this point she doesn’t seem like she’s open to any sort of communication, so I don’t know what her intentions are… I can just assume what she’s most likely thinking.
Let this be a lesson to everyone — don’t let people move into your place.
Related posts:
- Random Tilt Post
- Washington Post Story Goes Online
- Vegas Report: One Week In
- Here at Foxwoods
- Cross-post from 2+2…
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Comments
It’s actually better this way. It happened fast, so while you might think that you invested a lot, it could’ve been a lot worse. You could’ve got married on even “just” had a kid and then you’d be paying for it for a long time.
Nat,
Sorry to hear about that man. Sounds like a terrible situation. Glad you got out of it and I’ll definitely remember your advice. (re)Good luck in Atlanta!
Nat you can get any girl you want, you are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than her, she was just cockblocking you all the way.
GL
Shitty situation bro. You are very strong willed though and will get through this. But F letting a girl move in with you in Sin City!!! Good luck. -StuMan123
Can’t turn a hoe into a house wife, hoes don’t act right. There’s hoes on a mission and hoes on a crack pipe.
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Good post. I hope you are getting better. I’ll be curious to know how your end of the year thing works out.