Something that actually made me speechless

This actually happened to me about a week ago but was an event that really hit home to me. Sadly a bit of back story comes first.

Edit: Damn this is long

This story starts back my last semester in high school in NC where I met Kapheirne. Between the couple of times me and her dated from then till now we had a very spiritual relationship (in lack of a better descriptor). We spent the months being very close to each other and then spending a few months desperately mad at each other always due to our differences in communication. Not to say that we didn't communicate well, we were very agreeable with each other (why we clicked so well in the first place), but when something did come between us I would want to sit down and resolve it and she would want to shove off and find something new.

So it was like so up until I moved up to Chicago. Before I left and for long afterwards me and her were well in sync and stayed in touch. We started talking less when she found a new boyfriend back in NC, which I didn't have a problem with. What I did have a problem with was that she did not tell me about him, as if something like this wasn't an important thing to tell to one of your best friends. So when I come down to NC I get my first actual brief to the situation and I feel rather betrayed that she tried to keep this now longer-lasting relationship from me when I just want to know the guy so all of us can have fun together. Well I do get to know him abruptly when I visit and me and him are the same dude. Both skinny computer geeks with many of the same body abnormalities and set-types. We actually click so well me and him hang out by ourselves without Katherine, which ticks her off a bit. O well, big whoop.

So now comes our big disambiguation. The day before I leave Asheboro, where they live, we decide to party a touch and Mark (the boyfriend) picks up a bit of alcohol and we reside to drinking and playing rock band at his place. We are all having a good time when she takes the initiative to start getting intimate with Mark, while I'm there in the room. Now, the ground rules for having an out of town guest over is to hold off on such things until the guest has left or at least passed out, so this pisses me off and I end up drinking heavily with his roomie who isn't (not the most fun). So between her not telling me about Mark, them going off on my last day in town leaving me to drink alone, and the drink itself I decide it is time for me to crash on the couch since I will not have anything nice to say. Well before I pass out I did have something to unconsciously say to Mark, which was "She will ruin you" or "She will ruin your life" or something, I don't remember nor did I every feel that way. I felt that he was worse for her because he was jobless and living off of credit cards. Anywhoo, what was said was said and I didn't know about it till morning when I went to say my goodbyes to her and her family, where I did apologise.

So, we don't speak for a while cause I knew she was pissed and I knew to give her space before I make more sh*t. I finally do contact her because a good friend of both of ours was heading back to Asheboro and was very depressed (parents splitting) and couldn't get hold of her to plan something. So I told her such and later that night after that exchange she told me to never try to contact her again. And what I hate the most is when people don't talk about the issue and just get pissy. So I was pissed for a good bit after that. Did I feel led on, somewhat. Did I feel betrayed, yes. Did I feel unresolved, definitely. So time passes, I end up drawing my own conclusion and live on. She and Mark get more serious over the next few months, up towards engagement which I hear through my grapevine. And because I do like Mark I am hopeful for them because we all know how most young couples end up.

Now comes the recent. They do end up splitting up and Katherine and I have this only short exchange:
Frodo: Wtf I thought you guys were going strong for a young couple?
K: Well, this and that and we split up and it was hard.

Kool, I finally had my final resolution and went on my merry way. Through my grapevine I still do hear of the crazy things she has/had been up to, making me confident in that resolution.

Then last week came the speechlessness. So I was chillen at the apartment, minding my own business when I get a couple of texts from a number I'm not familiar of. It ends up being Mark and the short and long of the messages are:
Katherine is a mean conniving little b*tch...I broke up with her like three weeks ago and she's still manipulating me...she can't let anything go, she's so insecure... I should have listened to you.

At first I looked at my phone as if to console a regular friend but I was found speechless. That part in italics is what got me. Something that I never meant to say and said in some sort of spite that I have long forgotten has come full circle like some sort of bad Hollywood foreshadowing and bit me in the ass. It made me laugh out loud.

So the moral of the story is: Vodka is bad

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To whom it may concern:
Mark- Sorry if this comes back to you but for my own therapy I had to write about it
Katherine- If you have any grievances with my telling of the story just tell me and I will amend it, I don't have anything to hide. Also don't knock Mark, he is my homeboy.
Anyone else involved in this story- You already know most of what is told here so laugh with me at the last bit with the text messages, I haven't told you guys that part yet.
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