My friend Shay is going through some rough times emotionally right now, having problems with her squeeze. Yesterday Eduard and I spent the day with her, watching videos at her place and stuff. At about eleven in the evening, he and I hopped into our respective vehicles to go to my place. I thought he was right behind me, but he didn't show up for at least a couple of hours. Where was he? The Tavern. His buddy tends bar there Sunday nights and Eduard gets free beer. Eduard justified himself by saying that I took off too fast for him to let me know where he was going. Flimsy excuse--he could have fucking called me from the bar. Or maybe he sensed that I'd have told him not to bother coming over.
So anyway, we go to bed and I can't help but keep my back to him. He starts caressing on me and stuff. Nookie? After I've just played second fiddle to a bottle of piss? For the first time, his touch repulsed me.
He felt on my tummy, saying something like he imagines our baby in there. Ai chihuahua. Even if I were in a maternal mood, which I ain't, I don't want the father of my children to be a goddamn souse.
My patience and compassion have run out.
And from my journal on the night I broke it off with him:
I did apologize for the timing of it all, which sucks total ass. But oh, oh, oh, he started to rag on me for my behavior the other night. Which only goes to further illustrate my point. For a minute I thought he was going to break up with me. Hmm, which may have been better, but no, that wasn't his intention.
The ego on that boy! I mean, on the phone I asked him what he was doing tonight and he said he was going to see his friend M. No mention of possibly coming to see me. Like I'm the fucking bad guy here? Like he's punishing me or something? So, keeping my emotions steady and calm, I offered to drive into town so I could see him (which I was planning on doing anyway). And, once I get there, he starts going on about how he felt about the way I behaved the other night. Oh. My. Gawd.
So you see, I was hanging around with a closet tool [a tool closet].
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:28 AM
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