"Psycho Killer" - Talking Heads

Sigh. The reason I hate life more than I previously ever could, aside from my family. Misty, a.k.a. “Satan”, is the third to last girlfriend I’d ever had. She was born June 6^th, 1993, which I remember as a 6/6/(19)9-3=6. Her birthday is 6/6/6. She will eventually become one of the most destructive people to ever enter my life. I try not using the word hate, but on a list of people I let myself say it to, I hate Misty.

We met online via AOL Instant Messenger. I’d logged on as my step-sister, scoping her Buddy List for interesting people to talk to. One of them, daddysxlilxgirlx, caught my eye, mostly from the excess use of the letter x, and the word “girl” in it. We began talking, and aside from our names, this is when her lies began.

She’d told me that she was incredibly into me, I was funny, etc. But the thing keeping her back from anything was that she was thinking about dating a friend of hers, Daniel. So I told her to choose, and I’d be cool with the answer, she eventually chose me. I later would learn she was dating him the whole time, and had known him since Middle school, they had sex often.

But I didn’t know that, so I kept going blindly into this relationship. She started using the word love, and since it’d been a while since anyone’s said it to me, I began repeating it. I used to beg my mother to let me use the telephone at night to talk to Misty, even though she lived in Michigan shortly after we began talking and it was expensive. I’d write Misty songs, play them for her, all sorts of random things I figured people who liked each other would do.

Then came with the trials. I found out during our final fight that all of the horrible things she would tell me about herself and such were all tests to see if I’d stay with her. She was practically betting that I wouldn’t stay with her if things began getting rough, not knowing how understanding and amazing I am. So she started small.

As small as a baby. She’d told me that she was impregnated when she was 12 or 13 by her boyfriend at the time. Misty sent me pictures of this baby, and I grew accustomed to the idea that the girl I was with had a baby. Then her lies grew stronger. She told me that she had a horrible medical condition in which skin inside her body was covering organs, which caused internal bleeding. She’d often lie to me, saying she couldn’t talk for so many days at a time because she was “in for treatment.”

Yeah, I was really stupid. But the lies didn’t stop there, one random night, she claimed to have been raped at school. It was one of the scariest things I’d ever heard (not knowing at the time that it was a lie) and I promised her I wouldn’t hang up that night until I knew she’d be ok. Well, 2 weeks later it grew into something bigger, she told me she’d been impregnated by her rapist. This went into a multi-month long argument over what should happen to the baby, being birth, adoption, or abortion. It was at this point (when I brought up how she’d now have two children around) that she told me she lied about having a previous baby, and that the pictures she’d sent were of her little sister, Robyn.

Then months continued, and another thing came up, she claimed that she’d lied about getting an abortion (another nerve wracking event in my life, not knowing I’d been lied to.) So now, it was the previous event all over again; the waiting and wondering and worrying about her safety in releasing herself of a miniature person inside her. Eventually, all the walls in which she built around our relationship came crumbing down.

My (at the time) best friend had gotten her number from me, I thought it would be cool if my best friend and girlfriend got along. Well, this was a bad move in my actions, since they got along better than they should have. Turns out for a month and so after I’d given him Misty’s number, they were cheating on me with each other. Worse of all, I had to learn about how they’d been having phone-sex, and all this other shit that made me want to tear my eyes and heart out.

It was at this point that I called it quits with her, I’d given her enough chances during all the emotional moments she went through, and this was it. I broke up with her, she and my former friend eventually faded apart, and now whenever my friends and I are bored, we text her phone saying nice things like “Go die in a fire.”