For nearly a year she's texted me almost every day or two, never more than three days w/o just saying hi or what's up, even when she's in a bad mood I at least get some hate texts. Nothing in a week all of a sudden and she's not been at her most recent clubs.
- She's got a new daddy
- She's shacked up with a whale
- Her pimp/dealer/boyfriend/brother/ babydaddy/girlfriend/whatever decided we're getting too familiar and made her stop contact with me.
- Rehab.
- Don't even want to think this one.
- Not even considering this one. Just knowing her nature, she would let me know with a few choice words if she didn't want to see me again. She's not at the hospital, jail, or morgue. Not stalking, not obsessed, just genuinely concerned at this point. Yeah, I know, I'm a chump and if she gave one shit, two shits, red shit, blue shit about me...
The DS disappeared on me a few times. I was worried, imagining all of the horrible things that can happen to a gorgeous young stripper who is into drugs and rappers. But she'd always resurface eventually like nothing ever happened. I've now learned to just not worry about it because it's not my problem.