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MikeyChalupa · 08-22-2003, 05:23 AM

Melissa, who I dated in college. When we met, I was coming off a bad breakup with her friend. She helped me through it and we fell in love. She did her best to try to straighten me out, as I was skipping entire weeks of class at a time and going out drinking every night. She was a music major, studying to become a teacher. She once wrote an entire term paper for me in a music appreciation class I was taking. After I finally got kicked out, my parents didn't want me to come home, so her family invited me to live with them in Niagara Falls for a while. Eventually I did go back home to Long Island, and she sent me a package of mementos of Buffalo, along with long tapes of her talking to me, telling me about her day and so on. We stayed in close contact until she finally broke it off with me after I acted like an asshole to her on the phone one night. She STILL had the decency to fly down to New York to do it in person, though.

After I joined the Navy, we started talking again, and then I met my ex-wife. Like a total scumbag trying to get laid, I told her that the picture of Melissa in my wallet was an old girlfriend who got killed by a drunk driver. It worked (though now I REALLY wish it hadn't) and then one night, Melissa called while my ex-wife was in the room. I had to basically tell her to go fuck herself, I don't want you to call me ever again, and so on, and then play it off as a psycho ex-girlfriend.

My ex-wife passed the story of the dead girlfriend down to my current wife in the early days of our relationship, and again, I kept the myth alive. It's the one thing that has gnawed at my conscience constantly ever since. My wife is a jealous woman, so if I was ever to come clean to her she'd probably think I was trying to rekindle a relationship with Melissa, even though she lives 400 miles away and is probably now married herself. Melissa's picture remains in my wallet to this day. It serves as a constant reminder to me of one of the worst things I've ever done, one of the worst lies I've ever told, and a period of my life that I'm not too proud of.

Melissa, you treated me better than I ever deserved to be treated back then. You believed in me when no one else did, even me. The mistakes I made with you turned into the best life lessons I ever learned. If there was one friend I wish I could have back, it's you. I'm sorry for what I said on the phone that night. For what it's worth, you were right.

-Mikey

08-22-2003, 05:23 AM	#13 (permalink)
MikeyChalupa Squid Location: USS George Washington	Melissa, who I dated in college. When we met, I was coming off a bad breakup with her friend. She helped me through it and we fell in love. She did her best to try to straighten me out, as I was skipping entire weeks of class at a time and going out drinking every night. She was a music major, studying to become a teacher. She once wrote an entire term paper for me in a music appreciation class I was taking. After I finally got kicked out, my parents didn't want me to come home, so her family invited me to live with them in Niagara Falls for a while. Eventually I did go back home to Long Island, and she sent me a package of mementos of Buffalo, along with long tapes of her talking to me, telling me about her day and so on. We stayed in close contact until she finally broke it off with me after I acted like an asshole to her on the phone one night. She STILL had the decency to fly down to New York to do it in person, though. After I joined the Navy, we started talking again, and then I met my ex-wife. Like a total scumbag trying to get laid, I told her that the picture of Melissa in my wallet was an old girlfriend who got killed by a drunk driver. It worked (though now I REALLY wish it hadn't) and then one night, Melissa called while my ex-wife was in the room. I had to basically tell her to go fuck herself, I don't want you to call me ever again, and so on, and then play it off as a psycho ex-girlfriend. My ex-wife passed the story of the dead girlfriend down to my current wife in the early days of our relationship, and again, I kept the myth alive. It's the one thing that has gnawed at my conscience constantly ever since. My wife is a jealous woman, so if I was ever to come clean to her she'd probably think I was trying to rekindle a relationship with Melissa, even though she lives 400 miles away and is probably now married herself. Melissa's picture remains in my wallet to this day. It serves as a constant reminder to me of one of the worst things I've ever done, one of the worst lies I've ever told, and a period of my life that I'm not too proud of. Melissa, you treated me better than I ever deserved to be treated back then. You believed in me when no one else did, even me. The mistakes I made with you turned into the best life lessons I ever learned. If there was one friend I wish I could have back, it's you. I'm sorry for what I said on the phone that night. For what it's worth, you were right. -Mikey Last edited by MikeyChalupa; 08-22-2003 at 05:26 AM..