I'll start with our story.
We met when she started working at the restaurant I was working at Red Lobster. Mmm cheese biscuits.
Her name was Jaime. That is her real name and I don't feel bad for using it because well you'll see. Well Jaime and I started hanging out a whole bunch when she found out her current boyfriend was going to move to Australia for a year. She had already decided that she was going to break up with him when he left. So I didn't feel bad for the next part.
The staff from work were all out drinking and having a good time. Jaime never used to come with us because of her controlling boyfriend. Well he was out of town getting ready for his year long trip, so she came out to have some fun.
Well we hit it off like fucking magnets. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. So when it came time to go home she invited me over. I thinking with my penis said yes of course. We ended up having some mad passionate monkey sex. I mean the sex was awesome. She had an amazing body and was a freak in the sheets.
I liked this girl. I really did. Things were great. Then about three weeks into this, her room mate shows up with some Oxycontin, aka hillbilly heroin. This started a long spiral back into drugs for Jaime. She had told me she used to be a huge druggy back when she lived out east but had gotten clean and the oxy was just a recreational thing. I didn't like this.
I stuck with her for a little while longer hoping that maybe just maybe she was telling the truth and that her life would continue to progress forward. I was wrong. Soon she started having massive house parties and having all sorts of people over where she met a drug dealer.
This drug dealer threatened to break my legs, I laughed in his face. He was then informed that I wasn't someone to mess with and apologized. However, this didn't stop him from giving Jaime free drugs. I started seeing less and less of Jaime till finally I just up and said fuck it. I'm out. She started then sleeping with the drug dealer to continue getting free drugs.
I removed myself completely from the picture and didn't want anything to do with her.
(for those of you that followed me back when I was blogging on "the rules of life" you'll remember this chick known as oxychick)
I saw her about a year and a bit ago outside a casino yelling and screaming at this fat bald man dressed like a gangster, I can only assume that he was her new drug dealer/sugar daddy. I smiled to myself and drove away.
I was then informed last night that I would be seeing her again. Just not where I expected.
On mother fucking Dr. Phil.
Checking Facebook to see what my ex girlfriends are up to just got one-upped by Dr. Phil.
My mind is still blown that this is what she has turned into.