Delusional | Blog of a Mad Black Woman

(Pfft… Bitch, please. He ain’t no prize… You can HAVE him!).

Years ago, just before I started dating Mr. Narcissist (*Steve), I met a guy called Paul. (I’m using his real name because I just don’t give a damn any more!). Anyway, he had told me he had been divorced for two years. Fair enough. We went on a couple of dates. I didn’t ‘fancy’ him, but thought he was an OK guy to have as a friend.

After the second date, I received an unexpected call… from his wife! The douche bag was married with a child, and still living in the marital home.

I got cussed out by his wife asking me how do I feel about being the other woman, by which I told her I do not feel anything at all because I am not the other woman. I proceeded to explain to her that her husband was the one that approached me, and told me that he had been divorced for two years. Why the hell should I take the blame for someone else’s lies? I then had to listen to how they had had a wonderful wedding in Sri Lanka and that they had been together for fifteen years. The conversation ended with me telling her that there are too many men out there for me to be sharing a married man and fighting over him. I haven’t got time for that shit.

Paul then called me whilst I was at work (filming in a cemetery – I remember this as I was thinking if I ever got my hands on him he’d soon be six foot under!), and proceeded to tell me that if I wanted to be with him, he would leave his wife for me. Yep, he went there. I told him “Hell no!”

I guess my response didn’t go down too well, because the pair stalked me for over a year.

Last year, Paul got in touch with me to let me know that he and his wife had broken up for good. Why would I care?

And the funniest thing after such appalling behaviour? He still wanted me to give him a chance!