Hello guys just want to drop this here my little encounter with my girlfriend. I'm not really the guy who feels insecure about my partner seeing other guys. But, when it's her ex, I can't say the same.
7:00am this morning, a strange number called me saying he saw Fiona sneaking out of his neighbor's apartment very early, at about 5:30am.
In my mind, I was wondering why someone would be awake by that time only to catch someone sneaking, but at the same time, it was Fiona. My own Fiona. I quickly jumped out of bed and sat.
Me: where is your house?
Voice: in satellite town
Me: okay thank you. (I hung up)
I dialed Fiona's number and she picked.
Me: (without saying "hi") where are you?
I could feel rage like a running tap
Fiona: I ran into Charlie, my ex boyfriend...
Me: (interrupting) so it's true
Fiona: what is true?
Me: don't worry. We'll find out when you get here. (I hung up the phone)
She had told me she was going to a friend's party and she wasn't coming back, but I forgot everything when I heard "sneaking out of my neighbor's house"
She called back
Me: what is it? What!?
Fiona: babe, I don't have money on me. Can you come pick me up please?
Me: where are you?
Fiona: I'm standing with my ex, Charlie, at Etta agbor Roundabout.
In my mind, I have had the perfect opportunity to deal with both her and her ex. This was now about 8:30am.
Who asked me to go out ohh!!
I got there and saw her standing with one thing that looks like stature of liberty, with muscles everywhere. Leg, neck, shoulder, armpit, chest. Even lips has muscles
I didn't want to believe that was Charlie, but I came down from the car and walked to them.
Both of them were starring at me.
Fiona: Hi babe, meet Charlie, my ex.
Me: chairman how far.. (stretching to shake, he snubbed)
Charlie: are you the one who was shouting at this beautiful lady?
Me: No! I wasn't shouting at all. My phone was on loud speaker.
(Fiona was smiling and shining teeth like a goat that is about to be roasted)
I was just thinking that this whole thing is a set up. Because I see no rational reason why she'd break up with this overrated masculine description and date someone like me, who looks like half of a sewing thread.
She just wants to annoy me, so that I'll talk, so that she'll have an excuse for ending my life. But God won't shame me.
I advised him, Senior man, next time please hang her legs on your window protector. it is not my business
This conspiracy will not work on me.
Fiona is a sweet little shy girl who's only solace is making my life difficult in a very romantic way. You can call her an enigma wrapped in a riddle.