Untangled 25: Not So Social Media

When I got off the phone with her, I went directly to his Facebook page. I noticed he had recently hidden the entire relationship section from his profile, what a surprise. I clicked on pictures that others had tagged him in. A few pics I had never seen came up. One was of him at some house party the month before—I knew it was recent because he was wearing a sweater I bought for him. Then I saw noticed a photo that a bride had tagged him in; he was in a tuxedo, turns out he was a groomsman in a wedding last fall. I had no idea because I wasn’t invited, and he never mentioned even attending a wedding. Then I saw another tuxedo picture in a different color—he had stood up in ANOTHER wedding around that same time. He didn’t tell me about that one either.

Y’all, I was hotter than fish grease. He was out here living a completely single life while leeching off me under the guise of being on the brink of death. I still can’t understand how people like this sleep at night.

He walked in a few hours later, sat at the dining room table, and opened the laptop. I had been sitting in silence for hours, trying to process what I had just seen. Trying to understand what was it about me that I deserved such treatment. He said something slick to me and I let loose. I couldn’t hold it in!

I said, “I was just on your Facebook page.. did you recently stand up in two weddings?”

He looked confused. “What are you talking about? Why are you snooping on my page? Thats why I hate facebook! It messes up relationships”

I said, “You have literally made my life a living hell. You have lied like it was your job, you neglect me, you’ve been married twice! There is no business or business partner! No condo in Miami! Nothing—you are a LIAR!”

My mouth was going faster than my brain. I hadn’t considered that I was alone with him and he could possibly harm me. I was mad, I was shaking, I was disgusted. My rage needed to be vented. I was expecting him to defend himself or push it off on me, but he didn’t. He sat there and did what he did best, he ignored me and said nothing.

After what seemed like forever, he said, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Those pictures might be old. I’m sorry if you feel some kinda way. I was hoping, with you, I could start over fresh. I’ve made mistakes. We all have! I do love you—that’s why I’m still here. I just wanted you to give me a chance, but I keep messing up. I don’t know why I keep messing up.”

That didn’t work. I said, “I don’t know why you just won’t go. Find a girlfriend or move in with one you already have. Do what you want—I’m leaving for Texas in a week. I need you to be gone before I go. No need to apologize for anything; all is well.”

We sat in silence.

The next day, he unfriended me on Facebook.