Everyone seems to have cute stories of how they met the person they’re with. The way Jeremy and I met is definitely unique. We met over five years ago. When we met, neither of us were looking for a relationship. We were both dealing with awful breakups. We started talking on a social media page and at first had no intentions of ever meeting each other. I don’t know how but we got on to the topic of ghosts and ghost hunting. He told me about how he had problems with spirits scaring his two roommates. I recommended that he contact the paranormal team in Wilmington that I was training to see if they would come out to do an investigation. The team was about an hour from him, so it seemed like the best solution. They came out to do an investigation. Actually, they came out to do a few investigations. The amount of evidence they got was overwhelming.
In my previous post I introduced you to Al… well, George as he was originally known by. As I had mentioned, it took a few years before I learned who he really was. This post is about how I learned about him.
You would think being half way around the world would keep the drama I left behind from following me. Nope. It reared it's ugly head. It caught back up with me and I got sucked back in. Before I launch into this, this is not me gossiping. This is about a toxic friendship that continues to haunt me.