Okay, I'm sure most of my sisters here remember my "Taking a Break" post last October detailing my breakup with Brady. Last Saturday we added another chapter to the story.
So, a few weeks ago he returned from an Alaska patrol and he called to let me know that he was being transferred to a Coast Guard station in the Bay Area. The reason why he was calling me was because he still had much of my stuff (and vice versa) and that he needed to take care of things so he could pack and ship all his stuff out. Anyway, I'm like "COOL..." but then I realized that I really wasn't ready to see him. I know that I've been soooo over him for a long time, but we hadn't seen each other since right after our nasty breakup.
And then I started missing him again. It felt weird because I've dated a number of guys since him, but I guess the fact that he was LEAVING FOR GOOD made me kinda sad.
I knew that he was pressed for time, but I kept on avoiding his phone calls because I didn't want to see him. I was afraid that all the feelings would come rushing back. My mom also insisted that I get in contact with him because she wanted to see him badly. Those two got along great...she even tried talking him into marrying me.
One morning my mom and I were driving through traffic and the topic suddenly turned on him. She went on and on about how much he meant to her. To her, the breakup was all my fault. My mom's great at making me feel like isht, btw. Then she started crying...and then I started crying. It was a bad morning.
Okay so now fast forward a few weeks later and it's now the day he leaves Hawaii for good. He had planned to come over to my house the night before so he could say bye to me and my mom, but plans changed because someone threw a surprise going away dinner party for him...
Brady didn't come alone. He brought his current girlfriend...Brandy.

I know that he had sold his car and was lacking a means of transportation, but come on...it was a total knife to the heart. I'm not being bitter, but that girl's nasty. She has tattoos all over her body

, but the scary thing is though, is that she kinda looks like me. Not a splitting image, but as far as hair, height, and Asian features go...it's pretty similar. Ugh.
Bringing Brandy over didn't hurt the most. He gave me a box filled with 'our' stuff. Included in the box were pictures of me and him, special stuff from when we first started dating, etc. It's like he's erasing me outta his life. I know it's different for guys and girls...but damn, that hurt!
I'm so sorry that this is super long. I just wanted to get it out of my system. Rest assured that I'm okay now. My friends all say that this is normal..and that I'll eventually get over it. It was nice to see him one last time and I wish the best for him, so at least he left on a good note.
...now if only I can get the courage to introduce Aaron (my new guy who happens to be a PIKE) to my mother...