A Walk Down Memory Lane

My mom just called me to remind me that it's my younger sister's three year wedding anniversary. I called and left a message on her voicemail. Obligation complete.

Three years ago, I was sweating my balls off in Jamaica for her wedding. I paid approximately 1000 dollars for me and my boyfriend at the time to fly down there and stay at a resort next to Hedonism II in Ochos Rios. If I had known then what I know now. I think the hotel that my parents stayed in was like 1000 dollars each, but I knew I couldn't afford it and neither could my boyfriend, so we got the cheap hotel. It wasn't necessarily a bad place, but there were lots of ants in the room. I could hardly sleep because I had visions of ants just eating me alive. Another memory I have is that I couldn't get drunk off the drinks. Maybe my tips weren't good enough. I don't know what it was, but I wasn't impressed with the food or the drink. I guess my boyfriend was smarter than I was because he packed his own libation (ugh!) The wedding was nice. We played sand volleyball, and my loser boyfriend didn't even show up for the reception. My mom and family were all really mad at me and him the whole weekend I'm sure. I don't think they ever really liked him all that much, but it was my boyfriend so they stayed out of it. Thank goodness that relationship ended. I was such a sucker.

Which brings me to today. I think I've been bamboozled again. I called Ed on Monday night, and I just got a voicemail. Last night I called again and I actually left two messages. One saying to call me back when he can. An hour later I called and said 'If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine, just let me know.' This morning I called at 7:30a and said 'Ok. Now I'm starting to get a little worried. Please call.' So he called back at 8:20, when I was having a nightmare and my phone was charging, and left a message saying 'I'll stop by tonight and we can discuss things we need to discuss.'

So all afternoon I sat around my house waiting for him to show up. I had no idea what time he was supposed to come by because he didn't say. I figured it would be after work. We'd have our words and then go on with our lives. Well, it's now 9:12, I realized the season finale of Lost is on, and he's really into that show, but don't you think he could have called and said 'Oh, sorry. I forgot Lost was on. Can we discuss things tomorrow?' I got nothing. I seriously think I'm done. I know he's fine, so there's no reason for me to worry or call anymore. Again, it was fun while it lasted. I'm so mad at myself for sticking around home thinking he'd come by.