2007-11-02 - 9:25 a.m.
Well, I know you've all been so far on the edge of your seats wondering what I've been up to that you have a deep grove of red along your underbutts.
I moved to California, and, as anyone could have predicted, my odd relationship didn't work out. Ends up Jay is a manic-depressive who wants to be able to control what everybody THINKS about him. And when their behavior doesn't match up with what he envisions, it just topples his little world. I mean, I knew my behavior was supposed to match his desires, but this would happen if some random clerk at the store didn't give him the appropriate respect. I know it sounds crazy, but this fantasy-approach he had to life affected our relationship.
So did the really, really, horribly bad sex. I mean, it's not that he HAD to be bad in bed. He wasn't bad naturally. He just didn't give a shit about making me enjoy it at all. And that's not how things should work in ANY relationship unless that's what both of the people want.
After I realized he had no friends, did not have my best interests at heart, and was pretty much full of shit - I broke up with him. Then started the worse month of my life.
I had started working at a tavern, but I guess I'm not the best bartender ever and they kind of forced me out of the job. I'm blaming it on my weak wrists. So I ended up being jobless for almost a month until I became a hostess at a cafe. I actually loved that job, but it barely paid for my food and rent.
So, for the first time in my life, I racked up some credit card debt that I'm working to pay off as we speak. I'm considering taking a second job so this doesn't hold me down for a long time. Don't worry, it's not even two thousand dollars - but I also owe my parents about two thousand. And my car is dying right now so I have to buy a new one. But we'll get back to that later.
What's really important to know is that the living situation became so unbearable that I thought I was in harm's way. Jay was a walking piece of dynamite and I was a burning flame. I tried not to provoke him, but to not provoke him would have meant to let him walk all over me.
Right before I left that corner of hell, I did exact one tiny bit of revenge. Though, I must say, he brought it on himself. He was telling me about this girl he had fucked after we broke up, and said that she was really hot and he had wanted to date her. Except for one thing: her pussy was too loose. His exact verbage.
I had asked him not to tell me the details of his sex life - not because I was jealous, but because I didn't want to think about him squishing some other girl under his disgusting body. He told me anyways, and it came back to bite him on his flat, flabby ass.
Well, when I was coming home late one night, the tight-pussy challenged girl in question was headed out the door. And I couldn't resist. I told her the beautiful compliment her lover had bestowed upon her in my presence.
I mean, there's several justifiable reasons for this:
1) Who tells their ex something bad about their current fuck and expects it to be okay - if there's a good friendship between the exes, it's one thing. But if there's obvious bad blood, that's just idiotic.
2) He had been so cruel to me, constantly threatening to kick me out and also laying down other veiled threats that scared me. He had also been physically abusive once. After I threatened to call the cops on him for that, he didn't do it again. I should have called the cops, but this revenge made up for it.
3) That's just a really mean thing he said about that girl, and he was still doing her. I personally would want to know if someone said that about me.
The day after I informed the girl of his crassness, he came to me and told me he hated me. I told him that I knew he had hated me already, which he denied. He told me that the only reason he had ever yelled or threatened me before was because, "You make me crazy." Honestly, own up to your own actions Mr. Control Freak.
I was confident at that time because I had taken a job offer in a nearby town at a newspaper there. That is where I am now, and I'm pretty happy.
I dated one of the photographers up until earlier this week, but that's a whole 'nother story. You'll just have to wait until next time...but just know he was a nice guy who didn't want to commit.
*sigh*
