A few years ago, I was chatting it up with this girl on myspace. She was straight. She originally requested me which I found to be a bit unusual. We clicked though. She wrote poetry. Quoted hip hop lyrics. Always knew about the newest music. We were both living in Atlanta, but never made plans to hang out. Eventually, we exchanged phone numbers and the first weekend we talked, we spent about 20 hours (off and on) talking.
It’s not that we had that much to talk about, but she called me because she needed an ear. Her daughters father had beat her ass and she didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t the first time either. She had no where to go. I wanted to go get her, move her in with me, but the logical part of me recognized the fact that I didn’t know this girl. She ended up staying with a friend of a friend. A police officer. She wanted to go check out the shelters, but he lived in Bubbafuck where public transit didn’t operate. She ended up going back to the Beater.
We continued to talk. I would cringe everytime he stepped into a room with her. I didn’t want to be on the phone with her and hear him do something. I would feel responsible for making sure she got help, but how do you do that when you don’t know anything about this person, or where they live…She was a stranger despite the large amount of words we shared.
Months passed with her looking for jobs, looking for shelters, asking for help from her family and nothing panned out. She couldn’t work because he wouldn’t pay for daycare. The shelters had too many stipulations. Her family refused to help her because she kept going back.
She would be on the phone with me, trying to figure out how they were going to eat for the next couple of days. She would be figuring all of this out while flipping through premium cable stations and surfing the internet. Ooooh, I started to get heated. I didn’t know how to tell her that her priorities were fucked up. I didn’t know if it was my place. I didn’t know how she would take it. So what did I do? I blogged about it. And yes, she read the blog.
She cut me off. She stopped calling. Stopped IMing. Removed me from her Myspace. Yeah, I know I handled that badly. She didn’t hold grudges though. She popped up in my life again around the end of last year…
to be continued