Fooled

I have always had very clear intentions when it comes to interacting with people and don't hide who I am or what I think just because people might not want to know the truth. Well, not everyone thinks the same. I've learned this countless times, so it shouldn't be so shocking anymore. This time was different, though. Because this time, I never saw it coming.

I met a guy. A marine who served 3 tours of duty. He was here from out of town for work. We spent quite a bit of time together before he left for his "home office" for their quarterly regional meeting stuff. Blah blah blah... It was fun. And I felt pretty damned cool that somebody would be interested in ME. Until I decided to look him up on Facebook so we could chat while he was gone. And the reality of what had happened hit me like a bag of bricks.

Finding out someone has been lying to you from the moment they introduced themselves isn't a great feeling. Discovering the lengths they went to in order to convince you that they were being honest and you could trust them is shocking. Learning that they stooped to levels you didn't even know could cross the mind of a person is utterly terrifying and can rip you apart. If you choose to let it.

I'm choosing not to let it ruin me. I'm choosing to let go of it. And in the process, I realized that what I needed to do was write it out and give those feelings back to the person wretch who caused them in the first part. Writing it was relieving. Sending it was liberating. Sharing it here with you is freeing.

I'm not a big enough idiot to think that he'll even consider responding. But if he does, you'll get to see it.
After all, it's just punctuated graffiti.
~A