About the US Marine guy
January 21st 2012 22:07
I met this guy in a very sad moment...his aunt funeral. His aunt was my
best friend's mom. When she passed away me and the other friends of her
daughter were really shocked and in pain, we were really sad for our friend it
was a very hard time for us (friends of the daughter). The funeral started at 8
pm the same day the lady passed away. Me and my friend were outside
waiting for her family members to arrive from San Antonio, Tx. When they got
there we waited for this guy to get ready and get of the car. When he was
ready we went all inside the funeral home. I actually didn't notice him until he
was seated infront of me staring back at me. The first thing I noticed was his
gold cross he had on a chain by his chest, I liked it very much so be began a
conversation about his cross. He told me someone special had given that
cross to him (at the moment I don't remember who...the truth!) and that it
had a lot of sentimental value to him... Nothing else happened that night.
Every day after the funeral I joined my friend at her house to be with her...
I was still on and off with the other guy I talked about before... By the way the
US MArine guy's name was Jaime...hahaha... yes Jaime... not too "gringo"
uhhh... ok... we started talking a lot and I started to get very interested in
him...I still remember him when he was carrying his aunt's coffin in his
Marine uniform...he said he always wanted her to see him like that and the
he never got the chance to visit her 'cause he didn't talk to his father...so he
couldn't visit his family in San Antonio. He was very sad all the time... He
had a girlfriend and so did I ( I mean I had a boyfriend)... One day we went to
eat pizza and my boyfriend just arrived there uninvited and gave me my
sunglasses that I had forgotten in his truck like a week before... and he left
very upset. I didn't follow him. Another day he just drove by my friends house
and saw me outside talking to this guy and he left again very mad and
upset.. this time I did follow him and talked to him... I told him that he
couldn't do that... that it was very disrespecting (bitch! he deserved it! what
disrespect? I just didn't wanted him interrupting me from the opportunity to be
with a Marine!!! Gosh!! )
The day came when he had to go back to San Diego's Camp Pendelton..
We said goodbye but by then we were already together... I was 17 wo I
thought I was in love again.. but I was really just excited about a new
relationship... We wrote to each other everyday and sent one letter a week...
we talked on the phone al least 2 o 3 times per week... It hurt but i wanted
this relationship to work...
Ha!! I didn't think before... this was back in 1997!!! Gosh!! time flies!
Our relationship was painful. He came to visit 3 months after he left... when
he got to San Antonio he told me that he wasn't gonna be able to go to
where I was from because he had an accident. He told me that he was
playing football and he broke his nose and hurt his knee... I told my father
this and he actually gave me permission to go and see him, but only to
confirm that he was either lying or just using that as an excuse not to go and
see me.... I went up there with my sister... when I got to see him he had
actually a bruised nose and a very swollen left knee....but for my big surprise
the very next morning he decides he wanted to play football again... I saw
him playing very well.... so, my father was totally right it was just an
excuse.... I got very sad so I went back home... we where still together but I
didn't feel the same anymore... after I got home...I called him and I could
never find him at home... then he left back to San Diego and "I kept calling
him and there was no answer...ever!!! he didn't write back...I was extremely
confused and I didn't know what to think....It was horrible... I cryed my eyes
out for weeks!!! Later that year I realized that maybe the fact that I didn't
wanted to sleep with him got him to think twice about me...
I was so broken and confused that I decided to join the ARMY... don't ask
me why...I just did. When I was in bootcamp I received a letter from him....
yes!!! after like 4 months I got a letter...it said that he was very sorry and
blah blah blah! I called him soooooo mad I told him so many things! I told
him that I was not stupid that I wasn't the same anymore that he broke my
heart and that he didn't have it anymore... I sent him to hell.... I hated him so
bad!....
I had very bad knees before I left and lied about it in order to get in the
Army...so 6 weeks in I had problems in my knees... they came back at me! I
couldn't even walk... so I signed a medical discharge and they sent me
home...Oh ?I felt like s h i t!! I was sad and dissapointed of myself...
When I got home I was very changed... words couldn't hurt me anymore.. my
body was changed too.... The same night I got home I went to visit the
restaurant of my brother in-law and saw who was my platonic love from
childhood, his brother... He hugged me for the first time of my life.... but
that's another story....
best friend's mom. When she passed away me and the other friends of her
daughter were really shocked and in pain, we were really sad for our friend it
was a very hard time for us (friends of the daughter). The funeral started at 8
pm the same day the lady passed away. Me and my friend were outside
waiting for her family members to arrive from San Antonio, Tx. When they got
there we waited for this guy to get ready and get of the car. When he was
ready we went all inside the funeral home. I actually didn't notice him until he
was seated infront of me staring back at me. The first thing I noticed was his
gold cross he had on a chain by his chest, I liked it very much so be began a
conversation about his cross. He told me someone special had given that
cross to him (at the moment I don't remember who...the truth!) and that it
had a lot of sentimental value to him... Nothing else happened that night.
Every day after the funeral I joined my friend at her house to be with her...
I was still on and off with the other guy I talked about before... By the way the
US MArine guy's name was Jaime...hahaha... yes Jaime... not too "gringo"
uhhh... ok... we started talking a lot and I started to get very interested in
him...I still remember him when he was carrying his aunt's coffin in his
Marine uniform...he said he always wanted her to see him like that and the
he never got the chance to visit her 'cause he didn't talk to his father...so he
couldn't visit his family in San Antonio. He was very sad all the time... He
had a girlfriend and so did I ( I mean I had a boyfriend)... One day we went to
eat pizza and my boyfriend just arrived there uninvited and gave me my
sunglasses that I had forgotten in his truck like a week before... and he left
very upset. I didn't follow him. Another day he just drove by my friends house
and saw me outside talking to this guy and he left again very mad and
upset.. this time I did follow him and talked to him... I told him that he
couldn't do that... that it was very disrespecting (bitch! he deserved it! what
disrespect? I just didn't wanted him interrupting me from the opportunity to be
with a Marine!!! Gosh!! )
The day came when he had to go back to San Diego's Camp Pendelton..
We said goodbye but by then we were already together... I was 17 wo I
thought I was in love again.. but I was really just excited about a new
relationship... We wrote to each other everyday and sent one letter a week...
we talked on the phone al least 2 o 3 times per week... It hurt but i wanted
this relationship to work...
Ha!! I didn't think before... this was back in 1997!!! Gosh!! time flies!
Our relationship was painful. He came to visit 3 months after he left... when
he got to San Antonio he told me that he wasn't gonna be able to go to
where I was from because he had an accident. He told me that he was
playing football and he broke his nose and hurt his knee... I told my father
this and he actually gave me permission to go and see him, but only to
confirm that he was either lying or just using that as an excuse not to go and
see me.... I went up there with my sister... when I got to see him he had
actually a bruised nose and a very swollen left knee....but for my big surprise
the very next morning he decides he wanted to play football again... I saw
him playing very well.... so, my father was totally right it was just an
excuse.... I got very sad so I went back home... we where still together but I
didn't feel the same anymore... after I got home...I called him and I could
never find him at home... then he left back to San Diego and "I kept calling
him and there was no answer...ever!!! he didn't write back...I was extremely
confused and I didn't know what to think....It was horrible... I cryed my eyes
out for weeks!!! Later that year I realized that maybe the fact that I didn't
wanted to sleep with him got him to think twice about me...
I was so broken and confused that I decided to join the ARMY... don't ask
me why...I just did. When I was in bootcamp I received a letter from him....
yes!!! after like 4 months I got a letter...it said that he was very sorry and
blah blah blah! I called him soooooo mad I told him so many things! I told
him that I was not stupid that I wasn't the same anymore that he broke my
heart and that he didn't have it anymore... I sent him to hell.... I hated him so
bad!....
I had very bad knees before I left and lied about it in order to get in the
Army...so 6 weeks in I had problems in my knees... they came back at me! I
couldn't even walk... so I signed a medical discharge and they sent me
home...Oh ?I felt like s h i t!! I was sad and dissapointed of myself...
When I got home I was very changed... words couldn't hurt me anymore.. my
body was changed too.... The same night I got home I went to visit the
restaurant of my brother in-law and saw who was my platonic love from
childhood, his brother... He hugged me for the first time of my life.... but
that's another story....
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