Monday, March 15, 2010
Do you remember my blog entry, “Liar, Liar?” To refresh your memory, I dated him a couple of years ago for about a month until I discovered that he had a girlfriend. As it turns out, he read my entry and recognized himself based on details in the story. He e-mailed me his response with permission to post it online. Here it is:
“I realized I had to decide between Katie, who I absolutely adored, and my best friend. I immediately knew the answer, but dragged my feet when it came time to break up with her. It felt (and absolutely was) cruel dragging this girl with me for a year, becoming so close, and then just dropping her because what I wanted was finally in sight. I would get seconds away from breaking it off, her eyes would well up, and I would tell her everything is okay. I couldn’t do it.
Instead of just breaking up with her, I would create obvious miss-truths, hoping she would catch me in the lie and break up with me instead. In my mind, her being mad at me was infinitely better than her being sad I wasn’t around. This method eventually worked, except she did the unexpected and emailed Katie directly.
If given a second chance, I’m not sure I would be able to change anything that happened. The choice between friend and love isn’t something I have an answer to even today. Moreover, I hope I won’t ever need to answer it again. Does this mean I’m innocent? No. Does it make me a villain? I hope not.”
His response raises questions. For example, have you ever stayed in a relationship that had long outrun its course? Have you ever broken up with somebody because someone “better” came along?
Share your stories with me and the public anonymously. Email me at littleredbook@northernvirginiamag.com.
