The first time I saw you vulnerable, and this time I’m talking about a different you, but again I can’t and wont mention your name but not because I care about you, but because I know what you’ve been doing and I’m not scared of you but I dont like what you’ve been doing.
So for the benefit of the story.
I will call you Lucas, it’s a better name for you anyway your actual name is starting to make me want to wretch everytime I say it.
The first time I saw you vulnerable was on a weekday, the start of 2014. I randomly got hold of a babysitter aka mum, you must have finished or been off work that day.
It was pretty early in the day, I called you up to see if you fancied a drink.
Why am I mentioning this now?
Well, I said I hadn’t had a date before and I dont think I had, I didn’t class this as a date because I organised this myself.
We went to the new pizza place bar on the corner of Alexandra Avenue, yes thats right Lucas you can accuse me of being heartless but I have an amazing memory, why would I want to completely erase parts of my history?
I feel like we forget that we are not computers, we are not facebook messenger, we dont just erase things like messages and images, block and remove, you know pretend like it never happend.
Because that’s what you did didn’t you Lucas, you ran away and you didn’t face the music. Just like you would with all the other people who meant something one point in your life.
Perhaps the first you I discussed in the first parts can relate. Just the difference is he was 20 and this was almost 6 years ago.
So we was sat outside and you didnt have any money, I didnt really have any money, I was 18 year old single mum, college student, living off income support and even now that doesnt exist.
I bought you half a pint if I remember correctly.
You was wearing broken glasses, you had messy sheep hair and you was all honestly a state. That didnt bother me you needed me and maybe I needed you and it was nice to share part of my story with you.
Even though I felt like you wasn’t even there half the time, maybe because you wasnt, you was too fixated in other things.
But for the time being you was sat in front of me and I was sat in front of you.
You told me you didnt like your voice, and I said dont be silly it’s fine. Basically your excuse was you sounded like a dumb kid, and you thought it was from the drugs.
I suggested you had a break or something, you was in a bad way maybe at this moment in time you was going through an horrific breakup? I didnt really know because you didnt tell me?
It wasn’t until I saw her figure go past my door a handful of times
I didn’t realise I knew the girl, or should I say knew of the girl. She was a talented artist in school, quiet, shy, vulnerable. She’d been in my class, I’d seen her and a few of her friends get bullied and she had seen me be bullied. But we never really said anything we wasn’t friends , we just knew we was bullied and studied art in the same class.
I felt bad I wish I spoke to her, I really wish I got her story. That would have been an interesting one to hear.
Anyway, she probably thought I purposely was out to seek you to spite her, how if I had no idea?
So you guys still was hooking up, or smoking joints. I cant ever think who got who addicted? I don’t think you treated her the best if I’m honest. But credit to you, you visited her when she was sick and you contacted her when you wasnt together. You wasnt the kind of guy who wanted his dick wet, so I assumed it was probably mainly about drugs, possibly loneliness.
But with me 3 years on, no, no, no, we have a son and I could of died and you still didnt even get in contact. I was going though absolute hell, and if I wasnt already physically sick, I was close to mentally calling it a day and that’s happend more than I’m proud of.
But we are not here to talk about me, that will come, this is mainly about all of yous.
It’s not a blame bible or anything, I’m just writing to understand what’s happened. Too many people gossip and that’s not fun, gossip is ignorance of the truth.
Bullies never fade, you think you spend all you high school days praying for the day it will end and it ends. Only to reach adult maturity to learn it never fucking ends. And thanks to facebook it is always there, forever, and if it’s not posted on their timelines it’s inside thier inboxes.
That’s right people are two faced, and extremely two faced. They slag you off call you names in your other friends inboxes.
That’s what you showed me Lucas, your friends still bully me and we haven’t even been together for almost 4 years.
You didnt defend me then and you don’t defend me now.
That’s fine. At least because that rule has to end was you break up? Right?
Wrong, why cant people just be nice to one another after breakups or at least try and be civil. I would be embarrassed if people wrote things about you now to try and hurt you.
But just so you know, I never experienced depression as dark as I have since all of it. Even every now and again I see flashes of abusive words and phrases said about me on Facebook.
Do you know how hard that is to live with?
Image by Curtis Wiklund