The New M.E. Generation











As soon as I hanged up my  mobile, I called my new ‘bestie’ to tell her about what unfolded on the phone call.

“Hey, I just spoke with this guy’s mom and she said that the bitch and him are set to be married in October!” said I in a tone like the world was about to end. Surprisingly she took it very well.

“Listen, when I first saw him again after all these years, he greeted me with lots of hugs and kisses, which took me totally by surprise. He was super happy, or so he pretended to be. My idea was to get together and talk everything out regarding our past relationship and move on.

I wasn’t expecting things to evolve, but they did. In other words, he eventually told me he wanted to get back with me and marry as well,” said she.

“He did?? What?? And he was telling me that ‘we could make a good team’? I know that sounds totally moronic when I now think about it, but he also wanted to be with me in a serious relationship. Well, that’s what I understood. He even said he was sure it would work.

It even got to a point where I was wondering if nothing was happening with other guys because it was meant for me to be with him, that I wasn’t seeing the signs that life was giving me,” continued I.

“I remember when seeing the pictures of the two of you during your vacation trip. I texted him that ‘so glad you and Emma are together’, meaning as in a couple, not of reuniting with someone you haven’t seen in years, which is what he thought I conveyed.

If the two of you have occurred, I would have been fine with it. And regards that so-called marriage, if this guy was that serious about it, he would have done so already a long time ago.

I think this is just something he’s saying will do to try to make his relationship ‘look legal’ in front of the church, his mom, and everyone else who was involved with him after his breakup. And another thing, how coincidental it is that his work contract ends at the end of October? How does he pretends to support himself without employment and she working cleaning offices earning minimum wage at a job that he found for her?

This sounds to me like some crappy show that now he’s the biggest religious person, that all has been forgiven, that all is possible if you believe in the Lord, blah blah blah. Please, who is he trying to fool? Himself? His mom? Certainly not me.

I’m not going to lose sleep over it. And trust me that it won’t happen. I know him,” concluded she.

It’s true; I thought I knew this guy well, but now I feel I never knew him at all. He looks like someone who was living a double life and was a master at it.

Question is, what was he trying to gain? Did he thought his plot wouldn’t get discovered? Why did he play a game with two people that cared and loved him so much?

Seems to me that he was getting back at us for whatever his reasons might have been. And he created all this fake scenery so we believed in anything he presented to us to lure us in. What he doesn’t know is that his net of lies is getting untangled and might turn up against him one day.

This guy may have worked all his youth at his father’s pharmacy and learned how to run a business, but he definitely needs a taste of his own medicine and get a lesson that people are not prescriptions that you self-medicate with depending on what you want to solve.

That being said, what happens next? For starters, stop calling the mom; I’m not interested in listening any more nauseating stories.

“One time I called her and she dished the whole conversation to that bitch,” my bestie said. Wow, major backstabbing. Make that 2 reasons; my phone call will give the mom ‘lots to talk about to her son’. How sad that this woman (who I once respected) is been brainwashed and controlled by her own son.

Other than the no calls, all left to do is sit down and wait for the official toxic wedding to begin, if that. “Is there is anyone here who objects to this, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Hey bestie, want to crash a wedding? Hahaha.

 

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I woke up the next day wondering if this one was going to be as wonderful as the day before.

Most of it is a blur, but Johann and I somehow communicated and agreed to meet to go to the beach. I don’t know what I told my mother, but I managed for her to drop me at the ship.

From there, Johann, a colleague of his, and I took a cab to one of the many beaches in the area, about 20 minutes away. I wanted to go away from the area as much as possible hoping not to come across anyone I knew.

I don’t think I saw anyone known. I probably kept the clothes covering my bathing suit on, as I felt awkward with my body back then, and didn’t want to expose too much to two guys I barely knew. Besides that, we all had a great time.

Regarding getting back home, I know we all took another cab and guess it dropped me home first. It was probably then when I had to say good-bye. I’m sure I gave him a big hug, thanked him for all his attentions and wished him well. I probably held back on crying because I felt I would never see him again.

The ship was scheduled to leave the next day (Monday) while I was still in school.

I know I was distracted from my work, wishing I could just get there before it left. Like any teenager, I probably ran the idea like a classic scene from a romantic movie, which would go like this:

I would get to the ship last minute with my friends the day I met him, just when the ropes were being untied and the horns were rang announcing its departure.

Among all the noise, I asked someone to find Johann. He would rush out and find a way to step off the ship. We would then hug and kiss, with everyone else cheering and clapping for us.

While we still embraced, I will tell him to his ear, ‘I will never forget you’.

Johann would jump back to the ship and would stay there looking at me until he was gone. I would wave good-bye and cry. My friends would gather around to comfort me.

But, no, all I could do was sit on my third floor classroom and look out the window to the horizon. He was on my mind the whole day and wondered if he did the same.

It may have been a 3-day experience, but it was definitely one that has never repeated.

After that day, my life went back to the usual, but now waiting for the next chapter of it, if there was going to be one.

All right, time to check the mail!



After some time of sitting in the water, Christian and I loosened up, conversation wise that is. We pretty much talked about the general topics discussed during our first conversation.

But we remained static where we were. There were no hugs, kisses or other display of affections. Smiles and laughter were expressed more as a relief that this moment finally happened.

Also, his buddy was sitting on the boat so, although he was looking away, I couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

Yeah, I did want to show my joy in some way, but something inside of me told me not to. I can’t explain what it was, but I knew it would have been a bad move, especially after my past experiences with other men, plus all the complications I’ve had with this guy to get to this moment.

But as for today, I decided to just enjoy the moment for what it was.

Yep, I guess what we want the most sometimes takes the hardest work. But, did it have to be this complicated? Ah, whatever…

I’m relaxed and still talking to Christian when a ‘higher power’ interrupts the afternoon. I felt a strong wind moving towards us, the sun fading to gray, and the water getting cold.

I looked to the horizon and…what is that? Is that a storm??

No. No! This can’t be happening!!



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