The storm is coming post #11

The storm is coming

Winter 2000

I spent the next couple of days arguing with Atlanta about going to see Ohio. I was a fool to believe that it was gong to be that easy. It was non-stop conflict until I left.

I was happy to get away from Atlanta for a week. I felt that it was the end for us. Spending this week with Ohio would seal the deal. I would be completely clear of what I wanted.

When she picked me up from the airport. I felt so happy to see her again. I really missed her. She had such a wonderful energy. It was probably because I has such a rough week with Atlanta.

I met her family. They were so warm and friendly. I’ve never been around a family like this before. Everyone spoke to each other. They had the completed opposite of my home life. I wanted this so badly. This was going to be a great week.

Ohio and I had the simple life. Everything came so easy. Nothing felt try hard or pushed. She didn’t play any games with me. Without telling me how much she was falling for me. I instantly felt it and returned it the best I could.

Everything was perfect. I was starting to fall in love with Ohio. I couldn’t imagine my relationship with Atlanta coming even close to this.

“If it’s too good to be true, it probably is.” Then everything starts to unravel around me. The parents had put up a front to make me feel comfortable in the house. The dad was in an unhappy marriage and was having a mid life crisis. Ohio and her brother were bothered that their parents were acting like they actually got along.

The days pass and I start to build this weird feeling of unease. I’m not sure of what I was feeling. All I know is that I felt unhappy. I woke up in the middle of the night. I realized something and it hit me hard.

I was repeating what I had done to my ex with Atlanta. I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what I should do. I was unhappy and didn’t want to be with Atlanta anymore. But was I going to just run every time things got rough? I would be the same person I left two years ago and promised to never be again.

But here I was doing the same thing. I think I just experienced my first rebound relationship. I felt horrible. I totally led this girl on. I poured all my emotions into her and all she did was give me her all. She was going to get hurt.

The next day I was distant from Ohio. She felt it and knew that something was going on in my head. I was honest with her and told her everything that was going on in my head. Sometimes the truth isn’t the best thing. I was feeling guilt and was making myself feel better by telling her about what was hurting me.

So I transfer my pain to her. That night I called Atlanta and talked to her. I told her that I had made a mistake being there. Though I never apologized for it. I told her that I didn’t want to walk away from what we had because it was hard. I loved her and she was all I wanted at one point in my life. I wanted to find that again with her.

Ohio and I shared one more night together. We had sex for the first time on the final night I was there. She would be the second girl I have ever shared that with. I wasn’t really into it. I think I did it to make sure that I was really over Ohio.

I had hell to pay with Atlanta when I got home. She didn’t yell at me nor was she upset. She was heartbroken and disappoint in me. We didn’t physically do anything for a month. She was so sad. She was broken and all I could do was wait for her to turn around.

The relationship was monotone and was going to be this way all the way to the end. Another month passes. She decided that she was going to move out with another girlfriend because she thinks it will make our relationship better.

It would completely destroy us. Atlanta was being pawned by this girl (Crazy). Crazy was angry that I had charged her an extra 30 dollars for our trip to Florida. I had arranged the trip for a large group of people. I felt since I made all the arrangements, I should go for free. So she plotted to break us up to get back at me. That’s why I named her crazy.

Another month passes and Atlanta moves out. Crazy sets up a set of rules for the apartment that they will be sharing. No guests over during the week. This way I wouldn’t be able to visit her. Crazy also knew that on the weekends she would get Atlanta to party with her and not spend time with me because I didn’t drink.

One day I spent the night over at Atlanta’s place. We had not spent a night together in forever. The next morning there is this loud bang on her door. Crazy was trying to wake Atlanta up because she knew I was in there. Using the excuse of waking her up for work. Even though she knew she had at least another hour of sleep before work. We ignored it. Ten minutes later the bang is louder and she gets louder. This bitch is fucking psycho. Atlanta gets out of bed and has an argument with her. Crazy is mad because she had someone over during the week. Even though we didn’t make any noise the whole night.

This was when Atlanta started to realize what was going on. Crazy had been feeding her all these reasons she should leave me. Now Atlanta realized the rules were there to keep me from her.

But she was stuck. They had another 6 months on the lease. So she was going to have to deal with it. But I wasn’t. I never went back to the apartment. Crazy’s plan was working.

Without Atlanta around anymore. I spent the next 4 months with my friends. My friend’s mom was sitting on a house and we spent four glorious months doing nothing but playing video games 24/7. It was one of the most amazing times in my life. Just the guys being complete zombies. I wasn’t teaching anymore. I traveled and did a couple of privates here and there for food money. One friend was living off of unemployment. Another was living off of the money he won from a lawsuit.

I Spoke to Atlanta here and there. We were becoming more distant as the months passed. We somehow stayed a couple through all this time. Once Atlanta’s lease was up with Crazy she moved back in with me at my parents house.

Something had changed. Atlanta was very easy going. She was cheerful to a certain degree. I thought she was happy to be back home with me.

I was going to teach a camp in Rhode Island for a month. I really needed the money and I had not seen my Rhode Island friends in a long time. Atlanta was really understanding about me leaving again. I guess since we been away from each other for so long, one more month wouldn’t be a problem.

I really liked this side of Atlanta. She has not been this understanding and loving for so long. I would hate to leave her for a month. I was starting to fall in love with her again.