Another wonderful story from my youth...
I know it sounds like poor me in all these entries, but you know, its my blog-therapy.
In the 10th grade I met who I thought I met who would be my best friend forever. Miss Gina. Thinking about it now, I'm not sure how we were so close. We really didn't have too much in common. We liked different music, different types of guys, maybe it was our humor. Her and I just kinda clicked. We never had a problem until a mutual friend told me that Miss Gina had sex with our boss (married with 2 kids boss) I couldn't believe that 1) She would do it and 2)She didn't tell me. I confronted her and she denied it, that our friend was just being mean and she had lied to our friend to see if she would tell me. Me, being naive, believed her. I even went so far to confront our friend and threaten to beat her ass for saying such horrible things. So our mutual friend was no longer our friend.
After we graduated, Gina and I moved into our own place. It was great. Loved the freedom, having parties, all those things you do at 18/19 years old. Gina began to have health problems so we moved back home. After that we didn't hang out as much but we still hung out. At one point in my 20's a boyfriend and I lived with her for a few months. I never questioned anything she told me. She was my best friend. After Tim (the boyfriend) and I broke up Gina and I moved in together again. We lived together for two more years. During year two, Gina turned into god knows what.
She met what I can only call the most stereo-typical black man I have ever met. He had 3 (?) children by other women, he did and sold drugs, he lived with another woman. Now this is not the social circle Gina and I frequented. Gina didn't do drugs, she barely drank, no kids, she had her shit pretty much together. Well at least I thought she did. Ok so this dude ends up moving in (without asking me), he had no job, did nothing to contribute to the house, was pretty much an ass. He was also the father of Gina's first son. I honestly don't know what her son's name was because she told me one thing and baby's daddy told me another. I believe it was Brandon. I would come home from work and he would leave the baby there. Didn't ask me to watch Brandon. He would just leave. Gina would come home and not say thank you for watching her son, she would just complain how broke they were.
About one month later, I came home to find someone else living in our place. He was living in the living room and was also pretty stereo typical. I was so glad when our lease was up. I moved out and didn't plan on talking to them again. Gina had turned into someone totally unrecognizable. It makes me sad.
Well about six months later, I get a bill for the last months rent. I call gina at work and she said, no no no, she would take care of it. So I called the management company and they agreed Gina should pay it. A year later, I get a letter from a creditor. They couldn't find Gina and because my name was on the lease I was responsible. Gina had taken my rent money and used it as a deposit for her new place. Gina has had a second child, Jeremiah. From what I understand from a friend of mine, she won't be winning any mother of the year awards.
I also found out from my friend that Gina did sleep with our boss way back when. So she wasn't who I thought she was. Our friendship was based on a whole lot of lies. I am beginning to wonder what it is about me, that makes me so naive. It hurts because I really thought that her and I would be BFFs. But in the long run, I am pretty sure that I am better off.