Note for the readers who didn’t get to read the “Part 1″ blog post: My boyfriend made up an entire vacation so that he didn’t have to hang out with me. No, just kidding. Well, unfortunately I’m not kidding about that happening, that actually a sad fact of my life.
I was joking about the amount of information I was giving you. Check it out if you can, but the post was basically about my dirtbag of a boyfriend didn’t have the guts to dump me to hang out with his little boy friends, so he pretended to go to Florida for a weekend wedding.
He then proceeded stand in the way of my potential future happiness when his best friend, Chris, asked for his permission to ask me out, himself. He then repeatedly lied to me and had his family lie, and tried to tear apart my friendship with Chris by calling him a crazy liar (pot calling the kettle black, I know).
Anyway, back to Part 2 of this disgusting tale…
I texted Joey immediately after Chris told me the other version of the Florida story, telling him that we needed to have a serious talk when he got “home” (and, yes, I put it in quotation marks).
When Joey got “back from Florida,” he bought me a red rose and put on the greatest performance of his life.
“Babe, how can you believe him over me? Can’t you see that he’s trying to tear us apart because he’s jealous of what we have? Someone who lies like that is literally crazy – like mental institution crazy,” he said to me, with puppydog eyes and that aforementioned smile.
I still wasn’t buying it. “Jen, ask my mom if you don’t believe me.”
“Okay,” I said, jumping up, and seeing the fear of God in his eyes. “That’s the best thing you’ve said to me all day.”
“Janine, did you go to a wedding in Florida this past weekend?” I asked his mother, as calmly as I could manage, with Joey standing behind me.
“Yes, of course we did. It was lovely,” she answered, without missing a beat.
“Oh,” I said, feeling absolutely ridiculous and psychotic.
“Okay, thanks,” I said, and sat back down in shame.
“Okay, kids, have fun,” she said cheerily, and walked out of the room.
“Do you want to see the plane ticket an the wedding favor, too? Because I have both of them in my parents’ room and I will go get them for you right now. Whatever it takes for you to believe me, baby.”
“No, of course not,” I said, shamefully. My face was burning red with embarrassment.
Side Note: Two years later, Joey actually admitted to me that he had made up the entire Florida thing and winked at his liar of a mother behind my back so she’d go along with it. Hmm…did he mention that someone who lies like that should be in a mental institution?
Anyway, I bought the jerk’s Broadway monologue (or maybe I didn’t, who knows) and stayed with him for another couple months after the Florida incident before leaving him. I’ve actually told you the story about how I left him.
Now, I don’t feel so bad for leaving a guy for his best friend