If you got here via a link from another site then you may want to read the backstory. It is as follows:
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The night we met2.
The night she told me about marrying someone else3.
The night I convinced her to ditch him, and come with me4.
When her mother went to the hospital5.
When her mother died6.
The ensuing torture I went through, not having heard from her for 3 weeks.If you know Laura Olonan/Laura Little and you "just can't believe this" then I have some visual evidence for you..
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The night we met #12.
The night we met #23.
The night we met #34.
The night after we met, where I had her on a leash5.
The Vivid X-mas Party.6.
Screenshot #1, defending her lie about her mother's heart attack.. This was taken in case she deletes her account, and her comments suddenly "disappear".
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Screenshot #2 of same. You might also notice that the User Icon for that account (aptly named "devil's concubine") is also the same pic from the night we met.. just, with me removed.
Now - on to the end of the story...
I can barely fucking type right now. I just witnessed a deceit so painful, so heartless that.. I'm pretty sure she's not human. I'm talking, of course, about Laura.
Here comes some unbelievable shit...
I was very very fucking worried about her, what with her mother dying and all that. I e-mailed her friend Alex, whom I'd hung out with (along w/her) a few times. And, I inquired about her well-being, when she'd be home, if she'd gotten my e-mails. Here's what I received in return.
Hey Mitcz,
Honestly, I haven't seen much of Laura in the last month or two. She recently got engaged, is getting married in April, and is moving to Texas in June. I'm pretty bummed she'll be moving since, yes, she is a good friend.
I don't know if you had any idea about this. It all seems to have happend quite quickly, but she seems extremely happy and excited about it. I'm not sure where you mean returned from? She was in San Francisco for business, then Texas and then Miama. She also had a brief hospitalization, but was fine. I just don't know how up to date you are on things with her.
WHAT???? FUCKING WHAT??
I couldn't believe it. No, he must be some jealous friend who just wanted me out of the picture, right? This doesn't happen in real life, does it?? NO, no FUCKING way.
But, then, he calls (as I'd ask him to in my reply - which just said "PLEASE CALL ME" and then my number). And, he gives me this address:
http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/view/co_main.aspx?coupleid=3242969047374875OH MY FUCKING GOD!!
I text'd her, and sent her a voicemail. I said "THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. I'M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT, I NEED YOU TO CALL ME RIGHT NOW". She sent a few text messages..
"what's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk"
"Just as long as we don't talk about me".
Finally, she called.
I said "I see you're home now". She said "yeah, what's wrong?" the conversation went about like this.. (not exact order, but her words are exact, I promise you - )
M - I contacted Alex, cause I haven't seen you in 3 weeks. I e-mailed him, and asked about your well-being, when you'd return, etc.
L - First of all, you have NO right contacting MY friends. Those are MY friends, not yours.
M - Laura, I've met the guy, we've hung out. i'd like to think we're also friends. Fuck, I was worried about you. But.. he told me everything. I'm looking at your wedding announcement website right now. When the fuck.... when were you goign to tell me about this?
L - I don't know Mitcz. I still don't know what I'm doing. I haven't even TALKED to Alex in like... 3 weeks.
M - Yeah, he said that. But, you two talked tonight
L - Yeah.
M - And you're still confused abotu what you want???
L - Yes, Mitcz. I'm still confused. I don't know what I want. I just want to be happy.
M - He said your mother was coming to the wedding, and that you're ECSTATIC. Is this true?
L - Yes.
M - It's all fucking true?
L - Yes.
M - So, you completely made up your mom's visit to the hospital, your mother fucking DYING, and all this shit about how you WEREN'T marrying Erik??
L - Yes. I was confused.
M - But, you're not confused - you're ecstatic about the marriage.
L - Yes, Mitcz. I'm happy now. That's what I wanted.
M - And you couldn't... tell ME about this?
L - No, Mitcz, i really couldn't.
M - So, you make up YOUR OWN MOTHER DYING and all this shit, just to avoid telling me? And you don't see ANYTHING wrong with that???
L - No. Nothing at all.
M - Holy shit. You're insane. I can't believe you'd make that up. You could've just told me. I fucking TOLD you to marry him.
L - No, you wanted me to stay with you.
M - No, I asked you to stay with him and YOU wanted to see me still. I agreed to see you, if only to give you your things back. You wanted to still fuck me as your bachelorrette present. And... I said I didn't know if I was cool w/that. And THEN the following week, while you were still dragging your feet - I asked if you wanted to be with me. You could've said it then.
L - No. It wouldn't have worked. I couldn't just.. tell you like that.
M - I can't fucking believe this.
L - Mitcz, I just want to be happy. I wasn't happy, and now I am.
And she hung up.
Like I said, I'm fucking crushed right now. I'm shaking. I can't fucking believe this. I mean.. how could anyone do this to a person? This is so completely fucked up.. I can't even... I can't believe it. You'd think I was making this up but I swear that's exactly what happened. Holy fuck.
The thing is... what hurts... it isn't just the fucking bullshit lies and the deceit. It's the hope lost. I sincerely thought I'd found the perfect girl. She was gorgeous. Great fucking body. Amazingly intelligent (as you can guess from her amazing lies), very successful, had a 10 year old kid and was still pulling in some $70k/year, and driving a Mercedes. Unbelievable this woman was. Too good to be true, I thought. I should've known. I should've fucking known. I can't get a girl like that. I was kidding myself. She was fucking kidding me. I gave up everything to be with her and I get shit on like this?
It hurts. So bad. I thought I loved her. I thought.. "ya know... this could be... could be THE ONE". I saw a real future with her. I fucking TOLD her that, when we had the conversation about her possibly marrying Erik Little (hopefully he does a search for his name and finds this entry). I missed her SO fucking much these past 3 weeks. All to no end. She's been home all along. Sitting in her apartment. Suckin' that guy's cock. Fucking him while her child slept. All the while sending me boo-hoo e-mails that made her sound damn-near suicidal about her mother's death.
Who fucking DOES that shit???????
I didn't trust women before. Just fucking barely. I thought I could trust her. I put it all on the line for her. You saw my entries about pouring my heart out, fighting to keep her. How the fuck do I go on and trust anyone now? Huh? Really. I just... I might even cry tonight. This is fucking unbelievable.
UPDATE : While I'm far from done w/this, and I'll likely write more as the days go on, cause.. writing is how I cope, I had to bring up another fucked up point. I just now finally read the wedding announcement page. This part in particular:
WHEN WE GOT ENGAGED
February 12, 2005
HOW IT HAPPENED
It was officially decided on our recent trip to Austin, TX, specifically at the Omni Hotel in downtown.
Feb. 12th?? That's an odd day. Why? Well, that would be Saturday. The very day that Laura claimed she went to her mother's funeral, and the very day that Laura claimed her cellphone's charger had been lost and that's why she could no longer receive text/calls from me. Odd, too, because when I called, it rang. And, dead cellphones don't ring. They just go straight to voicemail. I thought that odd at the time, and had assumed she was either so distraught that she couldn't talk to me, or that she had decided "we" were over and had decided, as a promise to her mother (who she told me never found out she denied the Erik Little marriage proposal) that she'd decided to marry him after all.
For the record, we also exchanged Valentine's letters and gifts a few days prior, on Weds. night, including a v-day card in which she said the recent events of her life had made our relationship difficult but that she looked forward to future Valentine's days w/me. When I went to read the letter, she choked up trying to tell me that she wrote the inside of the card before "everything happened" and she ran off to the bathroom to cry. I remember thinking it was odd that she wouldn't cry in front of me, and that her nose wasn't red, nor her eyes puffed up, despite claiming to have been crying all night. Again, it all makes sense in retrospect.
I will probably unlock the old posts I made about her that were originally friends-only, so if you're curious as to how my head was at the time, you'll know.
Further Reading:1.
The E-mails we exchanged after it was assumed she'd be marrying Erik, but still wanted to see me because I had some of her stuff she needed back.
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The Last E-mail from her. Including the e-mail i sent her, that she was replying to. This should clear up any question of just how far she was pushing the depressing e-mail limit.
(more to come, as I have time to put them together)