#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (Yeah, I'm writing a letter to your boyfriend)
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie
Read my reservations about writing out this story and here's Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV of our ending.
Although it was a strained week, the week my ex's dad was in town was actually a really good week. We had no choice but to act normally and his dad is amazing at planning out vacations so unlike most people that come to visit that have no agenda, he had all these great plans and awesome places he wanted to visit.
I told my ex that in order to move forward I felt as though I needed to tell her boyfriend what was up. I couldn't deal with the idea that he had no idea and she was just playing him. Also, their whole office knew and he was friends with a lot of the people they both worked with, so I felt like I should bring him out of the dark. He wasn't against me writing to him, so I went for it:
I got out of yoga and he called me right at two. Such a weird conversation. I believe we spoke for about 45 minutes. The oddest part about the call? His lack of shock. He told me that he was pretty sure that she had cheated on him before and went on to say that he was 90% sure that one occasion was with one of her college professors and how it sucked because he was friends with the guy. He went on to explain that she has this certain energy that seems to draw people in. The way he explained it really made it seem as though my ex wasn't that important to her, that she had a pattern. I almost felt like I was counseling him. Super weird.
He asked if he could show her my facebook message so that she could understand that her actions actually effect people's lives. It freaked me out to think of her reading the message, but of course I said yes.
I hung up and I felt as though it was a really great, honest conversation. I had really opened up to him and I felt like he had to me.
About a week later I found out that he didn't believe me.