So, there was this guy named Marcus I met in Great Lakes, IL when I joined the military. Light skin version of Fabolous with pretty, perfect straight teeth. Always rocked Gortex Boots, ACG’s and Jordans, with Iceburg, & Girbaud jeans (this was in style in 2001). Marcus was from East Orange, New Jersey. Marcus was very intelligent, had a great sense of humor, GREAT-looking, and best of all, he loved him some jamz. Marcus and I became “boyfriend and girlfriend” on September 2, 2001. I cheated on Marcus, with a guy I was talking to before Marcus, on September 7, 2001. Now in my mind, a week into the relationship doesn’t really count as cheating, because we just got together, but oh well, I cheated. Marcus found out about a month later that I cheated, I denied it, he believed me. He confronted me again a week later, I denied it, he then said he talked to the guy I cheated on him with. We broke up. Marcus had orders to Charleston, South Carolina. Marcus felt like he had to get back at me, and did  his thing with a girl in SC. I diidn’t care, because we were broken up. Marcus, I guess felt better, after sexing the girl….he wanted to get back together, I happily obliged. We both got orders to Virginia Beach, VA. The next year was great, he asked me to marry him, I said yes, but I used to talk to other guys on the phone, but never cheated (again). One guy called while I was eating dinner with Marcus.

*sidenote* for some reason, I treated Marcus like he wasn’t as intelligent as I was. Don’t know why, smh, but I did.

I answered the phone but, where we were at, I didn’t have reception, so the phone hung up. I immediately put the phone on silent. Marcus asked “who was that calling?” I answered, “mom dukes.” He said “oh ok, lemme see your phone.” Before handing it to him, I deleted all the recent calls. He then gives me the screw face and says “do you think I’m dumb Jazmin?” I say no, he says “why are there no calls, but your moms just called?” No answer from me. He asks again “who was that calling?” I gave him the same answer, he replies “oh ok, cool.” Marcus then tells me to call my moms back, I say “no service.” Marcus then calls my mom from HIS phone, and I felt a huge knot in my stomach. Marcus says “Hello, Mrs. ____”, how are you, Jazmin just said that you called, and I told her to tell you I said hello, did she tell you?” My mother, smh, says “she didn’t call me.” Marcus says “well I just wanted to tell you hello, have a nice night.” I felt sick to my stomach. Marcus hangs up, curses me out, tells me he knows I talk to other dudes on the phone, that he’s known for a while, and that he’s done.

*fast foward to 2008*

Marcus and I have been broken up for 5 1/2 years, a lot has changed. The only thing that has stayed the same is my love for him. I never had a boyfriend before Marcus, and I have never been in love with someone since Marcus. I ruined our relationship, I admit it. I was a kid, young, immature, and felt like I could do me. But, truth be told, if Marcus hit me up today, like “Jazmin, let’s get together” I would JUMP at the chance.

Marcus, Marcus, Marcus. smh, how did you find my my blogs?