Haven't read the comics,
And yes, I've been burned. Everyone thinks they've been burned the worst, but to give you an idea of mine: First love comes back into my life after 8yrs looking for help and fleeing an allegedly abusive (allegedly sexually and otherwise) marriage. Being honest, at this point was in friends mode. She took care of that fast enough once we met in person and she realized I still had feelings for her. "Jumped my bones" is the term I believe. Played it real well, had me thinking it was a forever thing. Then she bolted on me, on Xmas EVE.
A month and a half later, she's back on my doorstep. Fool that I was, I accepted her B.S and took her back. Things were GREAT for 8 months. Not even a squabble. Then one day she wakes me up and tells me her childhood friend (actually an old mutual friend I'd lost touch with but she hadn't) had tried to kill herself, and she was going up to Maryland to spend time with her and make sure she'd be all right. I argued, I suggested I should go with, particularly because my beloved had a bad cold at the time. No dice. Finally, set off to take her to the bus station, but my mom caught us before we left my Grandmother's house, which we'd been kindly lent since it had been empty since my grandfather passed and my grandmother moved in with my Mom.
End result, Mom ends up driving us to the bus station. I've at this point finally figured out something is "off" by her goodbye kiss, but don't wanna think badly of her. She goes inside, presumably to wait for her bus, and we're all set to leave and head out and away from the station.
Then my Mom swings the van around the corner and surreptiously parks in the fenced business next door to the bus station, where we can't be seen, but where u can watch the entire bus station parking lot through small cracks in the fence. She DEMANDS I go to the fence and watch for fifteen minutes.
I go, hoping to God not to see anything, cuz her bus doesn't leave supposedly for another hour.
Ten minutes later, she leaves the bus station and gets into the car with an older/middle-aged woman I didnt recognize, crying and arguing with her. I'm flabbergasted and brokenhearted.
We go home. Bad enough. Right?
The cops show up. Courtesy of my beloved's mother, who she'd called and told I'd been holding her prisoner against her will, and the police were there asking to search the house because they believed I was STILL holding her prisoner.
My Mom calls through the house "Shawn, the police are here, and they're saying (Insert her name) has been kidnapped. Now, I'm thinking the strange scene in the parking lot, and I'm officially her next of kin on the hospital's paperwork etc. That they're there to inform me. So I come bounding through the house at a dead run.
I end up on my stomach, a 9mm behind my car, getting my arm damned near pulled out of the socket as they cuff me, then damn near give me a concussion bouncing my head DELIBERATELY off the top of the cruiser door. They search the house, of course find nothing, but meanwhile the female cop is SCREAMING AT ME to "Tell her what I've done with her!" Which of course was when my ex-beloved calls, and explains her lil deception.
Ooops.
Uncuffed, let go back inside. I cried for about a week.
Bad enough. Justify that animosity?
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Originally Posted by ProfessorChaos
) but even if i was, i couldn't see the point in moping and grieving over their death the same way i would in a world without zombies were everything was normal.
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