(Translation: A nail takes another another nail out.)
Does it... really?
A few years ago a guy I dated (he was more like my rebound from LG) called Serge, confided me how he ultimately had gotten over "the one"... He... you know... her MOTHER!
OK, I know that I just should have gotten out RUNNING from this guy after this confession, but to be honest; I was fascinated by this... It takes REAL cold blood to do such a shitty thing... Doesn't it?
Serge and "the one" dated for quite some time. Products of prominent families, they were immediately smitten by each other when they met. She was beautiful, smart, rich... such a catch, just like he was... They became the Jolie-Pitt couple of their society. Destined for Greatness. Destined for Marriage.
For what I understand a couple of years went by when things went south. I can't remember the exact story, but apparently one faithful night she went out dancing with her new college friends without telling Serge about it... which in my opinion is kind of dumb. MY POINT: If you are in long and serious relationship with someone, and you are ANGELINA dating BRAD PITT living in a city of 303,500 habitants approximately, you tell HIM you are going out dancing with your friends, right?... Not only Serge ran into her at the night club (classic "pueblo chico infierno grande" situation), he did so when she was dancing "in a bizarre way" with one of her new closest GUY friends... FYI, if you are the alleged "The Brad Pitt" of your town in Mexico and you find "your woman" dancing, a little too close with ANOTHER man, is the ultimate betrayal...kinda funny right?
Some time had passed after the "Break Up of the Century" (Hahaha, it cracks me up really!) when Serge ran into his almost mother in law. She was a beautiful middle age woman, divorced of course, looking for some... I don't know... FUN!!?? It was almost as if he was served on a silver platter...
They fooled around during his last weeks before going to Harvard University, and as a goodbye present she bought for him a Cartier watch. You know how the cartier watch box is/was like opening a two door closet? OK! check this out, this woman allegedly said to him: "I am giving you this so every time you open the box you think about us, on one side is my daughter and I'm on the other side, and we both HAD you... like this box has this watch inside"
I honestly can't tell you if he was for real when told me what she had said.
Rumors went around about about the affair and in one occasion Serge was caught talking in a rather provocative way to this woman by his ex... He actually had the nerve to phone her from abroad and his ex picked up the phone, from another room, and heard something... not at all sufficient to prove anything unfortunately. Until this day Serge has denied any wrong doing.
FACTS:
-Serge had a smirk on his face when told me about this. He expressed "regret" in his actions but "what happened" helped him to go on with his life... such a DOUCHE BAG don't you think?
-The mom is a SKANK (could not find a better word... sorry!) in my opinion... please, you just don't do this to your daughter.
I BELIEVE Serge did not regret any of this. I observed enjoyment when he was telling me the story. Such a Macho thing... yuck!
What is the lesson here...?
I've gone out with a couple of guys since my break up. Nothing really happened. Nothing really change in my heart. They did not feel right... or should I say that I did not feel a thing...?
It's almost like time has not passed... almost like it was yesterday when I left... Although I no longer cry myself to sleep, nor I cry first thing in the morning when I wake up... I guess I've gotten used to the emptiness in my house, in my heart... that's all there is.
My rebound chicken soup did not work... Is there really a rebound chicken soup? Is there more than one rebound?
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