Last night, me and my current fiance decided to go out and do some singing at a karaoke bar. We've both run into my ex-fiance a few times, but I hadn't seen her there in a while. I figured she finally got fired from the Salisbury House close to there.
Anyway, we get out of my truck and head toward the door. Right away I notice her standing outside having a cigarette with the Karaoke host. So we go up and say hi. My ex seemed kinda excited to see me. The convo went something like this:
Ex: How are you?
Ex: I found Kipper and Shadow's (my cats) stockings. I was going to mail them to you.
Me: Oh yeah.
Ex: I'm moving to Ontario in two weeks
(Good! Bon voyage, bitch!)
Me: Oh yeah.
She kept getting interrupted by other people outside talking to me. We basically went inside after. I went and greeted all my friends, and found myself a seat. I then headed to the bar to get a drink. There she was again.
This time I took a good look at her. I noticed she's looking sickly. She lost too much weight and looks anorexic (sp?). Her looks are starting to go downhill, and in a few years she's going to look like her mother.
For some reason, she seemed incredibly anxious to talk to me. By the way she was acting, I would think there's something very wrong with her psychologically.
Ex: Hey. I was going to call you, I have your number
Ex: How are the cats doing?
Me: They're doing good.
Ex:: How's Shadow doing?
Me: He's doing allright.
Ex: Whenever I think about him, I start to cry.
Ex: Yeah, I miss him. I can't help but cry.
Wah. It almost seemed like she was hinting for me to give him back to her. Forget it.
Now that she's exposed her emotional strings, time for me to tug on them a little.
Me: Yeah, Shadow's starting to get pretty old now.
Her: Yeah?? Awww.
Me: Anyway, I need to go pick some tunes to sing.
Her: Okay. Fine.
She seemed a little upset that picking songs to sing was more important than talking to her. All night, I was trying to figure why the hell she was so desperate to talk to me, let alone call me. When I got home, I figured it out....
....Seven years ago, when we were just dating (during Christmas time), for Christmas, I made her a video. She absolutely loved it. Basically, the video helped get us back together when we broke up the first time. She watched it over and over when she wasn't with me.
When she left me the second time and I was packing, I found the video. I was heartbroken and pissed off, so I grabbed the video and shoved it in a box of Christmas stuff she decided to take. After I put it in the box, I thought "Here you go bitch, may this video haunt you forever". Looks like it's doing it's job. After all, it's her video.