On again, off again.. A lovers holiday..
So Rich actually dumped Monique, I saw it coming, but she would not take my advise. My advise was such; do NOT call him, give him a couple weeks to get his shit together. At the timer she felt this was good advise, figured she would wait until Thursday, see if he wanted to hang out on Saturday.
So I go to bed, thinking I gave good advise, and looking forward to a full 9 hours of sleep, a true rarity in my life. Then, sometime around 10 I hear this wailing, crying sounds echoing through my room. My first concern is my wife, so I sit up, and in my sleep addled voice start to rub my wife’s back and say, “Honey.. Honey, what’s wrong, talk to me..” She of course rolls over and says, “What? I was sleeping..” then again I hear the banshee like wail, this time closer, and this time with what sounds like words mixed in.
“Let me use your phone, I have to call Rich..” SO I roll back to the door, which is open so the cats can get in and out, and state, “Okay, come get it..” There is pause, more wailing, then I say again, “Come get the phone.” This time in a more normal voice, again just the burning shrill of her crying. “COME GET THE PHONE!” almost shouting now, but still she just wails, so I get up, get dressed and take my phone out to Monique, who is sprawled on the floor, hands over her face crying, at my fucking door!
So I hand her the phone, she jumps up and heads outside to call him. Pookie and I get back to sleep. About 90 minutes later we hear the wail again, and again, then it stops. Then we hear it again and Pookie gets out of bed, stating she is up now, and that I should go back to sleep.
As soon as she walks out of the room (After slipping on her house dress) there is Monique staring at our door. Monique then turns around and Pookie follows her to the living room where she holds the girl, and lets her cry. Meanwhile I sit up in bed and read ‘Song of Susannah’.
About an 90 minutes later Pookie comes back to bed, grumbling, picks up her phone and calls Rich. The message goes this way, “Rich, Monique wants you to come over, so you can talk. See you later.” *click*
Anyway, we both crawl back into bed, and try to get a few hours sleep. We do, but it is not good rest, by this point the cats are running around, mewing, scratching, and just being annoying. I am guessing that the horrific screams of our roommate got them all riled up.
Apparently Monique was screaming so loud that the girls two floors up from us felt sorry for her and brought her a few beers, rather nice of them, should have brought her a bong bowl, sedate the damn girl.
*sigh* I am far to bitter about this. I love both Rich and Monique. But I am pissed at both of them for how they are handling this breakup.. Oh well, not my business.
So I go to bed, thinking I gave good advise, and looking forward to a full 9 hours of sleep, a true rarity in my life. Then, sometime around 10 I hear this wailing, crying sounds echoing through my room. My first concern is my wife, so I sit up, and in my sleep addled voice start to rub my wife’s back and say, “Honey.. Honey, what’s wrong, talk to me..” She of course rolls over and says, “What? I was sleeping..” then again I hear the banshee like wail, this time closer, and this time with what sounds like words mixed in.
“Let me use your phone, I have to call Rich..” SO I roll back to the door, which is open so the cats can get in and out, and state, “Okay, come get it..” There is pause, more wailing, then I say again, “Come get the phone.” This time in a more normal voice, again just the burning shrill of her crying. “COME GET THE PHONE!” almost shouting now, but still she just wails, so I get up, get dressed and take my phone out to Monique, who is sprawled on the floor, hands over her face crying, at my fucking door!
So I hand her the phone, she jumps up and heads outside to call him. Pookie and I get back to sleep. About 90 minutes later we hear the wail again, and again, then it stops. Then we hear it again and Pookie gets out of bed, stating she is up now, and that I should go back to sleep.
As soon as she walks out of the room (After slipping on her house dress) there is Monique staring at our door. Monique then turns around and Pookie follows her to the living room where she holds the girl, and lets her cry. Meanwhile I sit up in bed and read ‘Song of Susannah’.
About an 90 minutes later Pookie comes back to bed, grumbling, picks up her phone and calls Rich. The message goes this way, “Rich, Monique wants you to come over, so you can talk. See you later.” *click*
Anyway, we both crawl back into bed, and try to get a few hours sleep. We do, but it is not good rest, by this point the cats are running around, mewing, scratching, and just being annoying. I am guessing that the horrific screams of our roommate got them all riled up.
Apparently Monique was screaming so loud that the girls two floors up from us felt sorry for her and brought her a few beers, rather nice of them, should have brought her a bong bowl, sedate the damn girl.
*sigh* I am far to bitter about this. I love both Rich and Monique. But I am pissed at both of them for how they are handling this breakup.. Oh well, not my business.