Februrary 2002. When dialup was getting the door, and the chatrooms where still a thing.
Why is this important. Well February 2002 is when I met my ex fiancee. Why is this important, well what I was dealing with (in addition to many people in my city the year prior was hard to palate)
My father (who I despite still to this day) was in the hospital, in addition to I was dealing with a full plate of college classes I was trying to bang out. So this person I met in Yahoo! Messenger claimed her name was "Jen" and she was a Nurse in Florida. Why I found this to be skeptical was because a few weeks prior someone I knew on the other platform, AOL Messenger, was talking to me, telling me she was going to wedding, She never mentioned to me it was hers. But I digress..
It was Valentines Day, and this person I met named "Jen" claimed she was in NYC. So me like an idiot, I went to every hotel in a 10 mile square radius looking for this person. Mind you the city is big. So I probably hit 10-20 hotels that day. Not to mention I had to run back to take my mother who does not drive to see my father in the hospital. And I had 2 - 12 long stem roses for this person. Every hotel I went to which she wasn't at, Id give a random woman a red rose. So I was down to my last rose, and hotel. So I seen this woman having a bad day. I gave her the rose and got back on the bus and headed home to take my mother to the hospital.
Flash forward to June. "Jen" claimed her father was a doctor, which he wasn't, and she was a nurse, which she wasn't. By June my father was out of the hospital and working a job. She was saying now she is going to "Australia" which again, was another lie. It finally came to a head in Sept, when I was laid off from my job, and I was getting tired of waking up for 1 class on a Saturday. She finally said her name was "Kim" and she wasn't really nothing and lived with her grandparents.
Fast forward to 2004. I was working as a paralegal and volunteering with the police dept and I had my degree. Her Grandfather (former WW1 Vet) was giving me grief to come to Florida. Mind you at this time, I had a 102°F fever. So against my will I board an airplane to see them. Mind you I was not on an airplane since 1992. Went through TSA. Thinking ok this isn't going to be a problem. When in fact it was. One agent (I will play the race card) said I can go, while an older Caucasian gentlemen wanted to swab my shoes. Mind you I have my shield on in front of me. I board the plane and my assigned seat is by the wheel well. Mind you Im in dress shoes.
I finally get to my destination. She was not there so I had to take a shuttle. Best part is I had a prepaid cell phone service. And I was low on minutes so I had to refill my phone. But that was the least of my problems. I get there I am at her house. I meet her best friend and at the corner of my eye I see her walk out in a wedding dress. This was suppose to be a "staged" wedding for her friends and family unbeknownst to me. Being of color the mother had singing teddybears, The brown bear (which represented me) played "Get me to the chapel on time" .. While the white bear (which represented her) played "Going to the chapel"
The following day the grandmother asked me to stay until Monday to goto the Justice of the Peace.I said no I was unable to. I had work the next day. I get on the plane and the fun began with TSA. One profiled me out of the gate based on my looks. He seen my badge was like "You do your job and I will do mine" My response "Profile me thinking Im one of those who destroyed the tower? for his bullshit I nearly missed my flight going home.
For the 20 years I was with her the dept who I 'volunteered' for, gave me nothing but shit and was the problem for my relationship with her to go south. Primarily a Forrest Gump / Barney Fife wannabe who was 'well protected' by them and allowed him to harass me, along with other police officers.
So today, which was suppose to me my 30th wedding anniversary. I am bitter because every complaint I made against these people fell on deaf ears and still to this day, I was strong armed to stay with the narcissists which make up the majority of the people here.
I can say I fucked up. I let them destroy me, my life. And everything else. This fucking island is a curse.......
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