Chronicles & Chill #7: My dead EX Saved My Life

This amazing story needs to he heard! I think sometimes people make mistakes, and when they can't fix them here, they'll be doing some shit on the other side to balance the scales. Here's an example of that:

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Hi Calimoon,

I don’t usually write into things like this, but after reading your stories I had to share mine. After a very difficult breakup, I started seeing this cowboy who worked in the same building as I did. He was clean-cut and conservative, not really my style since I have tattoos and dark hair. I thought maybe he preferred the blondes. But still, he was a gentleman, always respectful. After talking and having a few day dates, he invited me to Vegas for a country music festival… yes girl, that one! I said yes, but the week leading up to it was full of bad omens. My tire completely blew out and it was costly to replace. Then I caught the flu the next day from my cubicle buddy. That is when things got a little weird.

I had a fever dream of my motorcycle ex, who I hadn’t thought about in months. He was so handsome — the kind of guy who always had multiple girlfriends at the same time. That’s why we broke up, he was unbelievably attractive. Women flocked to him. In the dream, we were riding to Vegas together. The road was dark, but the sky was full of stars, and we were happy and smiling. Then the road turned into clouds and it felt like we were riding through space. It was a crazy fever dream! But I woke up feeling strangely rested, like I’d sweated the fever out. I was still planning to go to the festival. Then, the next day at work, while digging through junk emails looking for something important, I stumbled on his obituary. He hadn’t made it home from one of his rides. The email came from a weird sender, so it landed in my junk mail and I had never seen it. Shaken, full of guilt, and loaded on DayQuil, I called the cowboy to cancel.

That weekend, the shooting happened. I saw it all over the news, and my heart dropped. The cowboy might have been there I thought to myself! I immediately texted and called, but got no answer until finally he rang back, calm as ever.

“Hey, what’s up? Are you feeling better?” It was him. I exhaled. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay I said to him. Are you at the festival?

No, he said. I didn’t want to go without you. In the background, I heard, “Daddy, Daddy, look at me!” Then the line went silent. No background noise at all. He had muted me. My stomach dropped. A whole kid, I thought to myself. Then he unmuted and said, “Sorry, lots of people here and kids everywhere." I said, Thank God, you’re okay, and that’s when he blurted out, Work call, but he clearly wasn’t talking to me. We didn't even work together; his employer and my employer occupied the same building. How am I a "work call".

Then it hit me like a Mack truck. This man wasn’t just a cowboy. He was more than likley a married father. I would have been in serious danger that night attending that festival, but also in danger of heartbreak too. Not only did my ex save me from a possible death, but he saved me from making a huge mistake with dating that married, lying cowboy. From beyond the grave, my dead ex saved my life and I will always love him for that. 

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😮😮😮😮😮....WOW!

If you have any stories you would like to share please send me an email, tammy@calimoon.net