10 Things I’ll Never Live Down– #4

Such is the weird drama that is my life. Makes for excellent blog fodder, though. 🙂

This story is about an ex. But not my ex. No, no– my sister’s ex.

Call me overprotective. I’ll agree with you. Especially when it comes to my family members.

(I may have shared a few details of this story before, but bear with me.)

My sister is two years younger than I and when we were in high school, she had her friends and I had mine. When she began dating the “new” guy in school (lets call him “Bob”), suddenly she became the envy of a lot of other girls. Bob was new to town and obviously had the attention of many of the girls, but he liked my sister.

Perhaps it should have been none of my business, but the guy was a senior (like me) and my sister was a sophomore. I felt protective.

Things were going well for them for a few months. Then I began to hear rumors that he was cheating on her.

And I exploded.


One day after school I followed him into the parking lot. I pushed all 6-foot-two of him up against his car and threatened to rearrange his face unless he broke up with my sister. He didn’t deserve her and I was not going to let him continue his behavior. He broke up with her the next day.

When I look back on that moment, I’m really proud of myself. Not for pushing him or nearly beating him to a pulp (which please understand– I really, really wanted to do. And I’ve never been in a real fight in my life.) but because I was standing up for someone I loved.

Fast-forward about eight years.

I was pregnant with my first child and began having complications. Turns out I was having hypoglycemic attacks and I didn’t know it because I’d never had them before.

Very early one Saturday morning I got up and made myself some hot chocolate. I was about 22 weeks along in the pregnancy and feeling okay. And then it went downhill–fast. A few minutes after finishing my hot chocolate I started to feel VERY sick. I made it to the bathroom in time for everything to go black.

When I came to I was on the floor, my husband beside me, on the phone with 911. I had never fainted before and neither one of us knew what was going on. When I fell, I hit my head on the wall and bit my tongue (turns out I had a decent concussion), we weren’t sure what was going on with the baby…yeah, it was a scary moment.

I was still a little out of it when the paramedics arrived.

At this point in the story, I must ask you to  keep two things in mind. 1– Never in the history of my life has anyone ever had to call 911 for me before and 2– I was still in my PJs since it was about 8 am on a Saturday morning. And now strangers were coming in my house. With a gurney.

Here’s the best part of the story–

When I opened my eyes again, guess who’s leaning over me trying to save my life? Yep! Bob, my sister’s ex from high school. (Okay, I wasn’t dying so he wasn’t really saving my life, but I didn’t want him touching me in any capacity, really.)

I have to tell you, I was immediately cured. I got to my feet and made it to the couch and tried to send those EMTs away as quickly as possible.

Thankfully “Bob”, realizing who I was immediately, made small talk for a few minutes before disappearing back into the ambulance to wait for the other paramedics to finish up with me.

And so I’ll never live down that the guy whom I once threatened actually came to my house on a 911 call. I have often prayed that I’ll never be in a serious accident or another event that requires me to call 911 ever again. Bob is, to my knowledge, still an EMT.

And one of my ex’s is a cop.

Yep, I need to avoid 911 like the plague.

Share with me: Have you ever had a weird run-in or encounter with an ex?


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9 responses to “10 Things I’ll Never Live Down– #4

  1. Lori

    My exes avoid me like the plague and I them, but one of my sister’s exes was on the police force in my hometown and followed me home. In his cruiser. Why? He simply wanted to ask how my sister and the family were doing. He hated me when they were dating, so it still strikes me as an odd event.

    • AHHHHHHHH!!! You poor sweet darling!!!!
      I was cringing, knew it was going to be bad when hubs was calling 911.
      “Ohhh, what about Bob?”

      One of the benefits of oving 3000miles from home, is NO ONE knows me here. Ha!!
      No ex’s, not of or me or John. YAY!
      Although, two days before we left Vancouver, and a friend called up out of the blue and wanted to get together. We’d always been “just friends” and he REALLY wanted to see me, like R-E-A-L-L-Y wanted to see me.

      Umm, no.

      “Why not? I miss you?”
      “Dude, you’ve been gone 2 years, you never called or wrote, my husband and baby and I are moving in two days. No.”
      “You’re not very nice.”
      “And YOU aren’t very bright.”
      Buh bye. You had your chance, YEARS ago.

  2. I moved away so I don’t have run ins. That’s not why I moved away, but it is a perk. But I’ve had some run ins when I visit. Aaawk-ward! 🙂

  3. I really only have one ex and out of the blue he asked me a few months ago if we could meet up. Mind you, I had not seen or heard from him in like 5 years. I asked Mike what he thought and he said I should go, just to see if there was something he wanted to say. So I went and my ex apologized for being a jerk when we broke up. Like 7 years ago. He said he read my blog post about my mom being sick and dying, and he thought maybe he’d treated me poorly at a time in my life when I really needed support. It was really nice of him. He said he just didn’t want someone out there thinking he was a jerk. I haven’t talked to him since, but it was kind of cool to wrap all of that up. Not that I’d been lingering on it or anything like that.

    And funny thing: he used to be a cop and is now in med school to be a doctor. Hehe.

  4. You guys make me laugh. 🙂 The good news is, I have pretty decent relationships with most of my “exs” and since there aren’t very many of them and all of them are from high school, we’ve all grown up and can have nice, polite conversations, and even be friends. 🙂

  5. This was a great post and I love the “10 Things I’ll Never Live Down” concept. I don’t have any good ex stories to share. They are mostly decent guys now, and one is a train engineer who occasionally sends me pictures of cool engines for my little boys.

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