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Jen Murphy AKA the Pshyco-Bitch-From-Hell
Date: Aug 13th, 2007 12:33:17 pm - Subscribe
Mood: pissy


Okay, this is the first time I've posted about 'Jen' on here so I'll explain a few things before I continue.

Jen Murphy was my first 'real' girlfriend. She was going out with my friend Charlie Hammrick when we were in college (1998.) and when Charlie's grandma died and he took off, the first of many subsiquent 'taking-offs' that have spanned his life since July 16 1998.

Well, when Charlie took off, Jen came to me and thus began our 'relationship'.

(Jen Murphy is the most beautiful, smart, SEXY woman I've ever met ... But she is also a liar and a bitch.)

It all started with her asking me to drive her back from the laundromat (spelling sucks I know) Well me, being the opitomy of good-guy-ness, I said sure and drove her back to the dorms.

WELL! Along the way she gives me an agonizingly slow handjob and I just keep driving all the way into the next town trying not to blow my top and wreck the car!

(Jen is a consumate Voyeurist ... She got me in so much trouble a few months later when she dragged me into the confessional booth and had her way with me while she was giving confession.)

Well ... We had an off and on hot-kinky-sex-only relationship from late 1998 to december 2003. Basically, she'd show up at my door every few months and tie me to my bed.

Then she'd steal something from me... It was just little things at first, books, my boxers a t-shirt or two ... But then, the last time, she took my shoes.

I have ONE pair of shoes that I consider my FAVORITE shoes. They're cheap, black canvas deck shoes with tan soles. You can find them at the 5 & 10 stores every once and a while and the particular pair I'm talking about I've had since I was 18. (yes I know you're saying 'HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE TEN YEAR OLD SHOES AND STILL WEAR THEM!!!' and I'm going to regretably say, 'yes' I do. They're falling apart, the soles are dry-rotted and OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN do they stink! lol, but they are MY shoes, the type of shoe they are says a lot aout me I think...

Yeah, REALLY smart Paul ... compare yourself to a pair of cheap stinky shoes...

Anyway, the last time we were together I woke up ductaped spread eagle to my bed and my shoes were gone.

(Why she wanted a pair of gross 10 year old shoes I'll never know)

Well ... This is a completely different story, but I shall allude to it because it is imperitive you know this small tid-bit of information before I can continue with the story...

I was going out with a woman named Liz in December of 2003 (about the time she took my shoes)

Liz was perfect ... She was sweet, hot, and could make a wicked chocolate-chip-cookie!

lol, me and food (I tend to eat a LOT, although to look at me you'd think I could be out-eaten by a humming bird)

Anyway... (god I'm ADD today!)

I was a complete ass-hole and I cheated on Liz with Jen that night. (Jen gave me this huge hickey on my chest, although how I don't know, I'm not going to lie, I'm not a very muscular man)

Well, a few days later, I'd been to chicken-shit to simply tell Liz about what I'd done, Liz and I are making out and I'm developing a pretty nice sized bone.

Well, Liz takes my shirt off and finds that hickey...

She gets mad, I don't blame her, I was ashamed of myself for succumbing to Jen's will and letting her almost successfully fuck-my-brains-out ... (God I love my way with words... [insert sarcasam here])

Well, Liz finds that hickey and starts crying, then me, being ever so clever, I say, "It was just sex! Of all people I would think YOU would understand that!"

(Yeah, Liz was separated from her husband, but still legally married at the time of our little ... affair, although we never did have sex.)

So, (we were standing at the door to my home at the time so I want you to picture it kind of dark, about nine thirty at night, in December, snow everywhere the stars out, cold as a witch's tit in a cast-iron bra, and Liz is standing there in the door, her breasts peeking through her shirt her big brown eyes full of tears and then I go and say something like that! (what I mentioned above)

She draws back her fist and punches me right in the face! (She broke my nose and knocked me out cold!)

So, I wake up a little-while later freezing with blood all over my face and my previously straight nose angled ever so slightly to the right. (thats why I have a little bump on my nose now, to remind me of my sins and to keep me from doing it again)

Well, I had to have my landlady pop it back into place because I don't have a very strong stomach and nearly threw up when I saw all the blood and my crooked nose. (I'm a squeamish little shit aren't I!)

Well, after that I didn't even talk to women for about a year ... well, it was a year wasn't it ... I didn't seriously go out with a woman until I met my now ex-wife Nati ... LONG STORY involving me, my kidneys, a longing to have healthy bones and an ignorance for not drinking enough water.

Anyway, back to Jen.

I got an email from her brother in May of 04
saying that Jen was doing good and she was 'recovering'.

Being the big dope that I am, I asked him what exactly she was recovering from.

Then he said she'd had an abortion and my mind went into overload.

I called her and asked her how she was.

She said she was fine, and I asked her if she had anything to tell me. She said no.

SO I told her what her brother had said and she said AND I QUOTE! "Oh, THAT!"

So I asked her if it was mine and she said "Yes, but-" So I hung up on her and bawled myself to sleep like a little brat.

She hadn't even told me I'd gotten her pregnant, and she'd gone behind my back and had an abortion...

Yeah, it messed with me a little... Still does.

I didn't see Jen again until november 2005 when she found me sitting infront of the grocery store where I worked suffering through the first stages of a rather nasty attack of appendicitus.

We talked and I basically told her it was over and I never NEVER wanted to see or hear from her again.

She squirted a few tears and said, "But Paul, I..."

And I told her to get back in her fancy little car and go away. (not in those terms but you get the idea)

Well, I didn't hear from her again until March of this year. Shortly after I resurfaced from my semi-suicidal drinking benge. (I'll tell you about it some other time)

She left a message on my machine saying we 'need to talk'.

I've sucessfully ignored her for five months but just the other day I got another message from her saying that 'it's a question of life or death'.

So, now I'm all depressed and pissed, I REALLY don't want to ever see or speak to her again, but something is telling me I NEED to talk to her.

The only problem is every time I've 'talked' to her in the past we've ended up having wild-hot-kinky sex, and quite frankly, I don't want to be that guy anymore. I was him for so long and I really don't like him.

But that urge to pick up the phone and dial her number is becomming increasingly harder to ignore...

Should I call her? Should I take that fatal step back to my past-self and reawaken the feelings I've tried so hard to hold at bay?

Or should I say 'fuck her' and get on with my life?

Getting on with my life may sound easy, but it's harder to do than you think...

Any advice would be greatly appriciated.
Comments: (2)

jswhitni - August 13th, 2007 I think that you have to call her. She said it was "life or death" thing. She could be full of shit but if it's life or death, it could be your life or death. Can you say HIV? Get to calling man. If it's nothing but bullshit, cool, hang up and that's that. If not, you need to know.

tron - August 14th, 2007 I agree... call her... then let us know how it goes.

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