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So last night was amusing somehow. Thomas calls me at about 10:00 PM, asking me if I am going to be coming back to my apartment. I ask him why and he tells me that he was planning on having Aaron (one of his friends from work) and a couple of his buddies over. I tell him that I don't want to have a bunch of people I don't know in my apartment considering that everything that is there is mine with the exception of Thomas' army uniform, his alarm clock, his electric razor, and the desk which I said he could have. He tells me "Fine, if it makes you happy I'll call and cancel". Well, I knew he was lying so I went and got Kyle because I was afraid that there might be a bunch of guys there that I was going to have to throw out.
When I got to my apartment I opened the door to find Thomas and this girl he met on hotornot.com (Whom he refers to as "his friend") sitting on my couch. Funny enough, when I talked to him before, he referred to her as being obese and relatively stupid and something about being a stoner. But that's besides the point. So I asked him to leave (Don't get me wrong, I was being rather nasty about the whole situation), and he raised hell and was being an ass. Well, something inside of me snapped and the old, hardcore, violent came surging out and connected a punch right into Thomas' face. He shoved me down onto the couch and I got up and proceeded to wail on him some more. There was a moment where he attempted to make a full blown swing at me, missed, and almost fell on the floor. So much for your martial arts skills Thomas. At some point Thomas had shoved me down onto my glass coffee table which I think is how I banged up my elbow and my knee.
Anyhow, the girl had left the apartment, which I thought was amusing because the only person protecting Thomas from me was Kyle. I think if he hadn't of been there it probably would have escalated into something very, very nasty. Thomas will tell the story a little differently, feigning innocence and that I was the psychotic one, but that's fine, no matter, he can tell people whatever makes him feel better. He left the apartment with his face messed up, and that's what's important.
Somehow, by reading Thomas' livejournal entry it would seem that he thinks that I was mad that the girl was there. In all actuality, if it would have been his guy friends there, there probably would have been the same outcome. I don't care who you are fucking Thomas, that's your business. But I don't want people in my apartment, especially when my belongings are there. I also didn't want you to wait for me, nor am I waiting for you. I was being as nice as I could because I knew that you were hurting, that's all.
At any rate, Thomas, we need to get our divorce papers filled out. And you need to have whatever apartment bills you have changed over to my name so I can take care of them. Call me whenever you calm down.
When I got to my apartment I opened the door to find Thomas and this girl he met on hotornot.com (Whom he refers to as "his friend") sitting on my couch. Funny enough, when I talked to him before, he referred to her as being obese and relatively stupid and something about being a stoner. But that's besides the point. So I asked him to leave (Don't get me wrong, I was being rather nasty about the whole situation), and he raised hell and was being an ass. Well, something inside of me snapped and the old, hardcore, violent came surging out and connected a punch right into Thomas' face. He shoved me down onto the couch and I got up and proceeded to wail on him some more. There was a moment where he attempted to make a full blown swing at me, missed, and almost fell on the floor. So much for your martial arts skills Thomas. At some point Thomas had shoved me down onto my glass coffee table which I think is how I banged up my elbow and my knee.
Anyhow, the girl had left the apartment, which I thought was amusing because the only person protecting Thomas from me was Kyle. I think if he hadn't of been there it probably would have escalated into something very, very nasty. Thomas will tell the story a little differently, feigning innocence and that I was the psychotic one, but that's fine, no matter, he can tell people whatever makes him feel better. He left the apartment with his face messed up, and that's what's important.
Somehow, by reading Thomas' livejournal entry it would seem that he thinks that I was mad that the girl was there. In all actuality, if it would have been his guy friends there, there probably would have been the same outcome. I don't care who you are fucking Thomas, that's your business. But I don't want people in my apartment, especially when my belongings are there. I also didn't want you to wait for me, nor am I waiting for you. I was being as nice as I could because I knew that you were hurting, that's all.
At any rate, Thomas, we need to get our divorce papers filled out. And you need to have whatever apartment bills you have changed over to my name so I can take care of them. Call me whenever you calm down.