End Game (Post 4)
March 19, 2012
End Game (Post 6)
March 23, 2012
After that ordeal, Jamie and I moved into a small studio apartment in Hollywood, Fla. and I opened a computer store. That’s when we got married. It was a very simple wedding at the Fort Lauderdale court, followed by a small family gathering at the beach.
I starting making pretty good money at my store. It was right in front of city hall, so that led to a lot of municipal contracts. Shortly after that I decided I wanted to break into acting, and I found an agency based in Miami that offered work as extras in movies.
Meanwhile, I was fucking a lot of different girls, from random girls I met on Myspace and in chat  rooms to our next door neighbor. My mom was working in real estate at the time and I even fucked some of her clients. I didn’t really know how to interact with people, so I largely relied on my looks to get the girls that I did.
Jamie and I had a friend named James who worked at a gas station in Hollywood right across from my computer store. He was a fat, scrubby, and dirty looking kid with a goatee, and he was already balding at a young age. He reminded me of one of those gangster want-to-be thugs, basically ghetto. James would always tell me how I had it made, being with Jamie and being able to fuck any other girl I wanted. Little did I know, as I was spending about 12 hours each day away from home pursuing my acting career, James was turning her against me.
I was very shy. Being an extra in movies involves a lot of sitting around waiting for when they’re ready to use you. I sat around sets with beautiful models and actresses and all I did was read a book or play solitaire, and it fucking sucked. There would be over 100 people on set, but I felt very lonely.
One day I came home around 9 p.m. and she started giving me shit about being away from the house for so long. Jamie was working full-time at a furniture store at the time. She had major jealousy issues, and no wonder after she cheated on me. The funny thing is it was an open relationship, so I’m not quite sure what she was jealous about. Our fights would always get out of hand. Stuff would get thrown and words felt like daggers. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I told her I wanted her out of the house.
She said she had nowhere to go, especially after her mom had moved to Fort Meyers, about two-and-a-half hours away. So I told her she could stay in our apartment for two more months while I moved back into my mom’s house. When the two months are up, I told her to take anything she wanted.
I think Jamie and I parted on good terms; I was still in love with her. Over the next couple months as I stayed in my mom’s house, I would be watching T.V. and I’d make a comment to her about something that was on, only to realize she wasn’t there. I’m still in love with her to this day, as a matter of fact. But she broke me, and it was time to move on.
So for the next two months I was paying the rent so Jamie could stay in the Hollywood apartment while I was also taking care of my parent’s bills. They were both broke ever since they ran their art galleries into the ground, and they’re still broke today. My computer store wasn’t doing so well anymore and acting paid shit so I was barely breaking even each month. When I walked into the apartment two months later I noticed Jamie didn’t take anything; just a deep freeze and her clothes. I didn’t care about any of our possessions because they all had bad memories attached.