Two months ago, I was supposed to move to Houston, with Chase. He moved out a month before I was supposed to, to find a job, and to get our life started there. Literally 24 hours before I was supposed to leave Georgia with my dad, and move everything I owned to Texas I made a snap decision that changed everything. What it comes down to is the fact that I really didn't want to move across the country again. The last experience was such a bad one, that I was terrified down to my toes of attempting it again. So I cheated on Chase. I'm not proud of it, and it is definitely something I had never done before, and I at least had the grace to break-up with him immediately thereafter. Granted, I didn't tell him that I did at that time, I just told him that I couldn't leave everything behind again. It wasn't a lie, exactly, but it was an omission of the truth. That being said, I was much happier with my decision to remain in Georgia, more than I was upset about breaking Chase's heart. Conversations I had the next day changed everything. I learned that he had cheated on me with AT LEAST four other girls in the year plus that we had been together. At that point I felt completely justified. Why should I feel bad about what I had done, when after several months of supporting Chase, as he didn't have a job for at least half of our relationship, he took advantage of me in such an awful way? Thus began the worst break-up of my life, which has only started to heal itself.
The next three weeks were an amazing ride of being single again. I had forgotten how much fun it was to be single. I flirted, I kissed other guys, I went out and had a grand ol' time with friends that I had neglected, or whose relationships with me had become strained due to the fact that NO ONE liked him. Not a single one of my friends cared for him. There were many reasons for it, but it was mainly because he was the biggest bullshit artist in the world, and no one was happy with the way he treated me.
Then one Sunday night, I decided to hang out with some friends at The Place in Towne Lake for karaoke. While there, I ran into Chris Watson, the guy I asked to senior prom, not knowing that he had a girlfriend at the time. We exchanged hellos, and then after I had walked back over to my table, I got a text message from a number that I didn't know. Turns out Chris got my number off of Facebook, and texted me, because since I was sitting at a table with a couple of guys, he didn't want to ruin any potential date that I was on. I wasn't on a date. We still continued to text back and forth, but he did come over and talk to me briefly. Later that night, he asked me if I would be back the next night. I said I was thinking about it.
We hung out the next night, and not even five minutes after we left, he called me and asked me to have dinner with him later in the week. Of course, I said. We've hung out very nearly every day since then. Being with him is so effortless, and easy, and fun. I was scared to get involved so quickly after breaking up with Chase, but it felt so right. And I'm a firm believer of things happening for a reason.
Here's hoping that things continue to be awesome :)