Tuesday, 16 August 2011

You can't change the past

Its amazing what a good night's sleep does for you - even when aided by a sleeping tablet or 2.
When I went to bed last night, I didnt cry myself to sleep, although i easily could've if I wanted to.
My bf and i didnt so much have a fight, but i did get upset.
Alot.

A few years ago my bf has a best friend who we will call Yogi Bear.
A best friend is an understatement - i'd say more a brother.
Yogi and i were REALLY close, and he's come round to my place without y bf being in tow.
It was always me, my bf, yogi and his gf against the world.
So my bf and i broke up, and Yogi and his gf broke up - and we slept together.
It was never spoken of again.
Then my bf and i got back together, and Yogi got himself  a new gf, and things were peachy again.
Until Yogi's gf was diagnosed with chlamydia. My bf said something to me that got me paranoid, and made em think that Yogi was the carrier of it.
So i told my bf there is a chance it could be chlamydia, because when we were broken up Yogi and I slept together.
Well - did shit hit the fan or what!!

My bf confronted Yogi about it, who outright denied it and called me a lying slut (among other things), and then he turned a little psycho..
(Yogi works in IT, and got his current job by hacking into his network, and his boss told him to be the IT guy to stop arseholes like him from hacking in and accessing the info -so basally, by hacking he got his job).
Yogi denied it happened, called me a liar, even faked an IT hack (which he printed out "as proof").
Except his one mistake there was that he did "the hack" into 3 telephone network, and i'm on Optus. Always have been.
He was so conceivable that even i began to doubt myself!
My bf called Miss Bitch Face to ask who it was i slept with - she admitted it was Yogi.
Things were very rocky for a long time - i'd ruined the relationship that Yogi had with my bf, and with my bf's family.
Also ruined the relationship that my bf and i had, and the relationship with my bf''s family.
Yogi had been around for a very long time, and compared to him i had only just come on the scene, so it made sense that i wasn't believed 100%.
To this day, it is still a "he said, she said" and my bf has put it behind us and we've moved on, although it is always there.


When my bf moved away (another time when we were broken up) i sent Yogi a message via facebook to say i forgive him for what happened, i'm sorry for telling my bf etc etc.
He called me not long after, and organised for me to go to his work that night to talk about it.
I was shit scared when i arrived, and he could see that. We ended up getting Macca's for dinner, and going back to my place to keep talking.
He left his sun glasses at my place.
My bf found them when he came down once, and i told him that Yogi came round, and we talked.

So anyway, last night he called me to say that him and his mum were talking about best friends, and he said he no longer has someone he can call his best friend.
Then his mum bought up the fact that Yogi and i had been talking for a long time, during the time that my bf and Yogi WEREN'T talking.

So last night my bf rang me up, asked me if Yogi and i were talking during the time the massive fight happened, and when he and Yogi weren't talking.
We didnt fight, he just wanted to know if it was true (which it wasn't. At the time in question, I told his mum that i would be civil towards Yogi instead of having a go at him if i see him at the house)

I still beat myself up about what happened, and would change it in a heart beat if i could.
My bf knows that.
Thats why i was so upset last night. I thought all of this shit was behind us,
He just wanted to know if it was true

To this day, Yogi and i arent talking. He was over a couple of weeks ago coz my bf was down, and i pretended to be asleep on the couch because i felt so uncomfortable with him there and i just wanted him to go.

I love my bf, and i know i hurt him immensely, and i wish i could change it, but i cant.
We all do stupid mistakes, and i freely admit that Yogi was mine.

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