Ghost from the Past

Adolescence is a strange time. Some times when I think back on things I wore, things I did, and the things I got myself into----it's pretty amazing that at that time I thought there was nothing wrong with it. I mean, come on now, what's wrong with dating a drug dealer at a very very young age?? I thought I was hot shit. Sitting on my guy's lap in a FUBU jersey at a pool party where no one went in the water and everyone played dominoes being called "baby boo" --isn't that what everyone else was doing at that age? Anyway, that didn't end so well ---it got to the point where cops were pulling my mother over in the streets to tell her she needs to get me to stop hanging out with this guy. Yeah, that bad. To me though? "he's so NICE" --up until one day it all clicked in my head --"WTF am I DOING?!?" and that was the end of that. Never looked back.

That was 11 years ago. Yesterday I walked out of my parents' house and this blue shiny brand new BMW was stopped at the stop sign, "Hey girl..." I look over and wow, a ghost from the past. Guess who has 3 children, is a COP now, and guess what --lives around the block from me. Wow. Um...married for 8 years but not in a happy marriage and started giving me the "I should have been a better person 10 years ago" crap. So strange --I was just standing there listening to him talk and looking at him thinking, WTF did I see in this guy?!?!?! Sheesh!!!

The second he gives me a hug goodbye, my parents pull up to the house and give the best stink eye ever. And the first thing out of their mouths the next morning was, "what was that drug dealer doing outside the house??"

great.

some things should just be left in the past....and not live around the block.
Gross.

Every time an ex-boyfriend comes out of the wood-works and pokes their ugly head in my life, one song plays in my head: "You Keep Me Hanging On" by the Supremes