.:melissa sue c:.

today, i started thinking about my horrible ex-girlfriend melissa.  i don’t really know why that is, as there was nothing in particular that instigated the thought. i was just driving along when all of a sudden i started remembering some of the awful things she did while we were together.

seeing that i have plenty of time to write here,  i think this may be a nice, long post…

melissa sue c (EDITORS NOTE: i’ve removed her last name out of respect of privacy)…that was her name. like so many names that you look up on the internet, you don’t really pull anything up on it. about two years ago when i did, i ended up finding her on a waynesville, IN. police ‘wanted’ list for some kind of drunk driving thing.

gee. big surprise.

i met melissa in what would be my first senior year in college.  i think that it was pretty much the beginning of the school year…right after my 23rd birthday…in 1997.  at the time, i was dating my girlfriend of 3 years (ironically, her name was kristi…ironically because, for those of you that don’t know, my wife’s name is christy), and melissa came out of nowhere. i kind of knew her because she was in my degree program at UC (university of cincinnati), but i didn’t meet her until one night me and a couple of friends and her went out.  she was with them. we ended up talking and hitting it off that very late night. we exchanged phone numbers, and that ended up being about it until the next week. i asked her if she wanted to go to some party with me, and she said yes. so we went and were hanging out when all of a sudden my friend jim came over to the house (which was right behind my apartment at the time) and told me that kristi was there looking for me.  she was upset.  and it was right then and there i decided that i didn’t want to be with her anymore. we had been having some problems, and it had been coming for a while; the idea of melissa being there just made me want to make it happen.  and so i broke up with kristi and moved directly onto melissa. pretty terrible, eh?

melissa was something else. she was older than me by five years. she was smart, confident and was one of the most talented and ambitious people in our program at school. the one thing i have to thank her for was that she gave me a little clout in my program, because as soon as i started dating her, the teachers all of a sudden started taking notice of me.

as usual, things were pretty great at first. then spring break came along, and it was what happened then that should have brought me to my senses…

she told me she was going to tennessee for some kind of broadcasting society convention. from there, she said she was going to go to florida with our mutual friends. me, being the trusting moron that i am, didn’t think much of it. after she got back, she was acting kind of weird…and she finally came out and told me that she had gone down there with our mutual friends AND a male friend of hers from waynesville.  of course, she said nothing happened…and like a total and complete idiot, i believed her. later down the line, after things ended with her, our mutual friends would come out and tell me that something did indeed happen…but, at the time, i just wanted to trust her.

so after that was smoothed over, once again, everything was going well.  she won an award which would give her a bunch of money and an internship at paramount studios in L.A. since she wasn’t getting along very well with her roommate, we decided that we’d move in together because then she’d have a place to live when she got back and she wouldn’t have to go through the pain of moving again. so we did that right before she left.

the summer without her was going along just fine. we talked everyday on the phone and e-mailed quite a bit. life was good, and i was starting to think that maybe i wanted to marry her (oh to be young and completely stupid…). i had a trip planned out there near the end of the summer, about two weeks before she would actually come back to ohio. she was living with a friend, so it would end up being a good time going out there.

it would be september 12th when i’d leave, and on the night of my birthday (september 4th, which is an interesting story in and of itself which i’ll have to tell sometime), her friend calls me to say that she got in a massive car wreck. what she failed to tell me was that it was a DUI on her part, but that didn’t come until i was actually out there.

naturally, i wanted to get out there as quick as i could, so i did a bunch of phone call backflips and got them to change my flight to september 6th instead of the 12th.

i got out there, and everything seemed to be fine. we drove out to las vegas and spent a couple of days there and then spent the rest of our time in L.A. the first couple of days were fine; we were going to cool places to eat, hanging out in cool bars. i met lemmy from motorhead (really short and one of the ugliest guys i have ever seen). i met the singer for faster pussycat. i hung out with this guy dave who was a fat, balding older jewish dude who helped write a bunch of tunes for bands like motorhead and ozzy osbourne.  life couldn’t get much better…and then i turned on the computer to check my e-mail. she left outlook open in her account, and the e-mail she had up there was something about how she had ‘been seeing’ (read ’sleeping with’) her ex-boyfriend before she left to come to L.A.

needless to say, i was absolutely devastated. i confronted her about it, and the story she fed me was beyond unbelievable…and yet, AGAIN, i believed it. she told me that she went over there to ruin his relationship with his current girlfriend. she told me about how she was leaving notes in the bathroom under the sink and then e-mailing her to tell her that she had been there and that sean (the ex, who i’d eventually become friends with) was trying to sleep with her.

at this point, i’m sure you’re wondering about my sanity, and honestly, i couldn’t tell you if i was insane myself for believing her every story she was telling me or if i just had such low self confidence that i just decided to take it. i think it was the latter…

after she talked her way out of that, i came back to cincinnati and waited for her to come back. two weeks passed pretty quickly, and before i knew it, she was back. but things had changed for the worse. i eventually figured out that she had become addicted to speed while she was out there. i had also figured out that she had gotten a DUI…but she never went to court for it…in L.A. she was getting abusive in a terrible verbal way because she couldn’t get the drugs she wanted here (at least, i THINK that was the case). she didn’t really have a job other than working for peanuts at the school, and so i was having to pay the brunt of our bills and rent and such.

i graduated in the spring of 1999, and we were still living together, but it was pretty much over. i knew it. i had to stay, though, because she owed me so much cash and my name was on the lease. i had also hoped that she was going to come to her senses.

there were two things that happened where i could simply no longer even justify being involved in the whole situation. the first was on a night that we went to some club with a bunch of friends from school. i was talking to a girl there. i was admittedly flirting with her, as she was with me, but i didn’t think anything of it because i knew that melissa didn’t want much to do with me anymore. i ended up getting her number. when we left the place and drove home, melissa was extremely drunk. we got into our apartment, and she started getting mad at me for talking to this girl. this escalated into an argument (at 3:00 AM, mind you) and the result was her actually swinging at me, jumping on my back, and clawing at my face. i managed to get her under control, grew a set, and finally put my foot down. i told her i was leaving, and that she wold be sleeping on the couch until i was gone. end of story.

the second part comes pretty shortly after this episode. one night i’m hanging out with a group of friends, and my friend mike gets a phone call from her. yeah, my FRIEND gets a call…not me. he’s completely confused and doesn’t really know what’s going on. she is babbling incoherently about how she needs to get weed and that she remembered that he could hook her up. i ended up taking the phone and i remember hearing breaking glass in the background. i asked her what the ‘ef was going on, i she told me that this guy was over there, that he had taken way too much cocaine, and that he was flipping out and throwing dishes around the apartment and off the balcony.  ahhh, the rationale of a drug addict…it’s amazing. she thought that feeding him a bunch of weed was going to slow him down from the freight train cocaine bender he had just gone on.

by that weekend i was up and out the door. and the sick thing is that i was actually sad about it. but i don’t think i was sad about the fact that she was going to be out of my life. i was more sad that this talented, cool, attractive girl i had met almost two years earlier had taken such a terrible turn. it’s really awful to see a person self-destruct like that.

the worst part of it was that i didn’t get paid back any of the money that she owed me…AND she left me with a stupid dachshund who was pretty much the devil incarnate. she got me the dachshund for christmas…the christmas right after she had gotten back from L.A.  i can’t even begin to tell you how awful this dog was, but that’s another story…

can you imagine if i had actually married this girl?  i have no idea how i managed to get myself into such a horrific situation. i’m a perfectly normal dude with a normal life and a normal upbringing. it amazes me to this day how i survived those two years of my life.

karma is kind of a bitch though. from what i understand, she went out to L.A. to get a job there, but no one would hire her because she had a warrant out for her arrest for that DUI. so she went to denver where she would begin working as an editor for some porn production house. what a pathetic waste of talent. she married some guy from a band called ‘full devil jacket’, but that must’ve not lasted too long. i recently ran into our mutual friend with whom melissa went to florida with. she told me that melissa had actually called her out of the clear blue. melissa told her that she was in town and wanted to hang out. of course she brought around a completely different guy than the ‘full devil jacket’ guy.

so that’s melissa sue c. let’s hope that she never procreates for the sake of all future generations of males out there. if she does indeed procreate, woe to the dude who runs into her offspring…

.a.out.

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