Mackenzie
This was a girl I met and became friends with towards the end of my senior year
of high school. She seemed like a normal girl. A little shy, buy that was okay
since she was only a sophomore at the time. Following the summer I went to college
and our friendship turned into a relationship.
For the first two weeks things were great. We spent a ton of time together and got along
great.
Then one day she started feeling guilty about not hanging out with her friends as much as
she use to. No problem, I was kind of doing the same thing to my friends.
But what didn't make sense to me was that I felt like I was neglecting my friends
because I wasn't seeing them at school or afterwards and she felt she was neglecting
her friends despite having classes with them and hanging out with them at lunch
everyday.
Was this an excuse?
I went along with this for over a week and we didn't do much outside of talking
on the phone. I eventually started to miss her company, so I asked her if she
wanted to hang out the next day. She said okay, but it wasn't the enthusiastic
response I expected from a close girlfriend I haven't seen in over a week, it
was one of those sighing okays you get from someone who really doesn't want to
do something.
What the fucks going on with this girl?
The next day we hung out at her place and we just talked and watched TV. Seeing
her again made me happy, but I wasn't so sure about her. She acted distant and
preoccupied. Things remained this way and a week later she broke up with me.
Who couldn't see this coming?
Well, like any good ex-girlfriend she started to date a friend of mine two weeks later.
This same friend also told me that he not only didn't like Mackenzie, but he would never
date a friends ex this soon after they broke up.
Isn't life full of fun little surprises?
Seeing this happen made me a little jealous, but I was pretty happy when they
broke up three weeks later because of Mackenzie's weird, head case, and emotionally
traumatized logic decided to end it with him out of the blue too.
A few months go by and we again start hanging out again, but only because we have friends
who date each other. Avoiding each other couldn't last forever. Since there was always
such a good connection between us it was inevitable that we would once again became friends
and then end up dating two weeks later.
At this point I still liked her and it wasn't like we had this horrible break up before so I
decided to go for it, but this time cautiously.
At this point I blamed her mental problems on immaturity.
When we dated this time things went good for a month and we actually got really
close. I could honestly say that I felt myself falling in love with her. Well,
that was meant to never happen because a week later she pulled the same thing
as before, she felt like she was neglecting her friends.
Maybe she was feeling some homosexual urges to be with her female friends.
This time I checked things out since I was also friends with her friends. I called
them and repeated what Mackenzie said and you will never guess how they responded,
they didn't feel neglected at all. They actually told me they were glad we were
spending so much time together because we "seemed" so happy together.
I thought we were too.
Having this new info I talked to her, but she still said she felt like she was
neglecting them. This also continued despite her friends also telling her the
same thing as I did. Once again we became distant and we broke up. It was a mutual
breakup this time.
Maybe she was abducted by aliens and her anal probe made her turn psycho after
a month.
After two attempts and asking myself several times what I had done wrong each time, I
dismissed her as a mental case and went on with my life.
Occasionally I would talk to her friends and they would tell me that she always liked me a
lot, but she wouldn't say why she got weird every time we dated.
It had to be the anal probe.
Once again time went by, this time six months. She had dated someone else and I had dated a
couple of people myself during that time. Then one day I got a call from one of her friends
inviting me to a party. Not thinking anything of it, I went.
Low and behold I saw her for the first time in months at this party and she was suddenly
very touchy feely and flirting a ton. Always looking to see where things go, I played
along.
Eventually her friends cornered me and asked if I would want to get back together with her a
third time.
Did they take me for some kind of retard?
Of course I responded by saying, "Why would I put myself threw the mental anguish of dating
her again?" The friends agreed she acted like a total head case when she was with me, but
they wanted me to put that in the past because she had miraculously matured in six
months.
I told them no.
At least now I knew why my ex-girlfriend's friend invited me to her party.
The night went on and I continued to have a good time and eventually I decided to go home.
As I was walking out the driveway she runs me down because she wants to talk. If you can
believe it, she starts pleading for me to come back. She even went as far as to say she
loved me.
Six months to late in my book.
Not being fazed by her anymore, I just heard her out and then told her I had no intention of
getting involved with her again because all she did was fuck with my head. I then left and
I haven't seen or talked to her in the two years since.
It's bad enough when they're personally messed in the head, but when they fuck with your
head then they're just dumb bitches.
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