It Gets Better

As I sit here in front of my cozy fire, I reflect on the day’s odd events.  Yes, it gets better.

Bobby text messaged me off and on throughout the day yesterday.  Some messages were asking about a couple of things he realized he left, and some were talking about how much he already misses me.  I simply ignored the latter.  It’s not that I don’t care about him, but I don’t think it would be helpful to encourage him, either.  The messages tapered as the end of the day neared, but I received one final text around 8pm.  "I got smashed into!  I’m hurt!"

I was in the middle of doing laundry when the phone beeped, so I didn’t even read the message until ten minutes later.  I immediately responded.  When I didn’t hear back from him after another ten minutes, I sent a second text.  Still no response.  I waited an hour and tried to call.  His phone rang, but the voicemail picked up.  I left a message letting him know that I was worried and that he needed to contact me as soon as possible.

Around 10pm, our mutual friend in St. Louis, Thor, called.  He’s actually a closer friend to Bobby, but he’s been on my side of the entire situation.  Bobby was supposed to stop in St. Louis to stay the night with Thor, but he had not shown up.  Thor hadn’t talked to him, and I mentioned the text message that I had received earlier.  We talked for quite awhile, and Thor admitted that he wasn’t really worried.  He wondered if Bobby was simply trying to play on my sympathy.  He promised that if he heard from him or if he showed up, he would let me know.

I checked my phone first thing this morning, and nothing.  I decided to put Bobby out of my mind, and I began my work day.  Midmorning, Thor IMed me.  In his words, "I don’t want to break my word to Bobby, so please don’t tell him that I talked to you.  I’ll just put it this way, I’m not worried about him.  He’s just upset."  I didn’t push the issue, but I was starting to get irritated.  I’m glad that I didn’t lose any sleep last night over Bobby’s obnoxious behavior.

Shortly after I got home this afternoon, I receieved a text message from Bobby’s phone.  "This is Bobby’s father.  He has a concussion, 3 broken ribs, and I’m contacting everyone in his phone.  He has amnesia."  At this point, I’m completely confused.  If Bobby is so injured, how did he have the composure and ability to send me a text last night after the accident.  Hell, I don’t even know that there was an accident.  I immediately called Thor.  I asked if he had actually talked to Bobby, and he responded with, "Well, not really.  Why?"  When I told him about the message, he sounded as confused as I did.  I know that Thor has had contact with him.  He told me he’d try to get to the bottom of it and get back to me.  He hasn’t been able to get a hold of Bobby all evening.

I called my mom to explain the situation and ask her advice.  Before she had even heard the full story, she concluded exactly what Thor had suggested — that he was simply trying to play on my sympathy.  She mentioned some of the things that he said on Saturday night, and decided that this was his way of punishing me.  She took it upon herself to have her boyfriend, John, call Bobby’s phone just to see if he would answer.  He didn’t.  She told me to not give him what he wants — for this to get me down.

Um, all together, boys and girls.  Can we say psychotic?

In other news, the federal investigation for my security clearance is under way.  An investigator has been in every town that I’ve lived in and has talked to pretty much every person I’ve ever known.  Since David now lives in Pennsylvania, an investigator called this morning to get his number.  On my lunch break, I decided to give him a ring to let him know to expect the interview.  He didn’t answer, so I left a voicemail.  He immediately called back.  We had a fantastic conversation.  It was most comfortable talk we’ve had since he left in August of 2005.  We chatted about Christmas and New Years, laughed about mutual friends, and discussed possible topics for the interview.

Then he caught me off guard.  "So when do I get to come visit you in Colorado?"  I think I stammered over my words a bit, but I basically responded with, "Oh, I’d love for you to come visit.  It’s been a really long time, David, and it would be so good to see you."  He didn’t ask in a sarcastic tone, either.  It was a serious question, and I felt those damn butterflies stirring up once again.  How does he continue to do that to me?  After all this time, I’m still not over him.  We talked a bit longer about going skiing and snowboarding if he actually does find the time to fly in, and we ended the call.  "It was really good to talk to you.  I’ll talk to you again soon.  Only minutes after we got off the phone, the investigator called.  David rang again as soon as the interview was finished.  It was a short conversation.  We giggled over some of the silly questions, and I headed back to work with a smile on my face.

Another chapter has also been written in the Tammy and Jeremy saga.  As I’ve mentioned before, Tammy is closer with Jeremy’s stepmom than he is.  Apparently, Jeremy felt the need to confess a few things to Blanche in return for some advice.  Blanche, of course, spilled all the beans to Tammy.  The story goes that the girl in the CourtTV video is not the girl he was actually planning a life with.  Tammy and I both new that there were two different girls but that he only had an actual affair with one of them.  The mystery girl is now out of prison, and he’s involved in a full blown relationship with her.  Since Tammy kicked him out, that’s where he’s been staying.  Though Tammy already knows the full story, he’s still denying every bit of it to her face. 

Another interesting tidbit that Tammy added — he got a new phone a couple of days ago, and accidentally his old one in her car.  She, of course, looked through it.  He has both girls’ numbers saved in his contacts, and he’s been having hour long conversations with them both during the times he should be working.  Men.

Cheers,
Felina