I was being followed in my intimate ventures, having my true feelings revealed not to mention I didn’t tell the girl how I felt about the other. What was crazy is how I ended up alone. This time cheated on, not once but twice. Same follower, different girls. Social scenes become complicated when people talk behind your back. I began to hang back. Limited my posts and tried to dispel the damage done by others. It was a hard process, one that I am still trying to recover from. I didn’t want to be followed and certainly didn’t want any one’s leftovers. The emotional strain was immense. There were times I thought I had no choice or direction. I was lost alone, and still homeless, rejected because of my looks, age and not being able to keep up with the Joneses. How was this possible I wondered? What did the now ousted brother mean to gain from telling the girls I knew things that I wasn’t ready to? Many times the follower and I argued but that was only to mask the destruction in my heart. What did I gain from this revelation? A lot more reality than I could chew.
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