Crazyfaces everywhere in dis house.
You know those boyfriends who are bat shit crazy? Well one of them is my fiancé, and his ridiculousness was over the top last night. I didn’t even realize until this morning when I woke up because despite us living together, he texted me his anger at 1 AM. He texted an apology around 1:30 AM, and I remember him coming to bed around 3:30 AM. I guess he had written me an apology note before bed because there was one in my spot on the couch when I got up this morning to go work out… he was sorry. What got him riled up in the first place? Let me tell you.
Earlier that day, I had been browsing around Facebook and I saw an article about the Smashing Pumpkins going on tour with Marilyn Manson this summer, and I got really excited because (1) I LOVE BILLY CORGAN DESPITE EVERYTHING; (2) Eric and I both enjoy Manson; (3) Eric and I need to go to at least one more Smashing Pumpkins concert to try to eradicate the terribleness of the last one we went to when we first started dating. Yes, that concert brought many amazing things for me (I got fucked under the bleachers of a sold-out rock concert) but overall, it was a completely negative experience and if I could go back and re-do everything, I would and I would do things so, so differently.
Anyway, I shared that article on my newsfeed and tagged Eric in it. The entire day passed and he didn’t like or comment on it, so I guess when I was drunk last night, I commented on it and just said, “Eric you are terrible.” I don’t remember doing that, so when I read the mean texts I got in the morning when I woke up, it totally threw me off because all I could remember was sharing the article and tagging my fiancé. I never expected the following texts:
I'd appreciate it if you would remove your post about smashing pumpkins. Don’t talk to me like that on public forums.” 12:51 AM
“That really pisses me off. If it’s such a big deal then you TALK to me. Don’t insult me or make up any trouble in paradise. The second you do that shit it sends out the wrong message.” 12:53 AM
“I know I’m overreacting. …..but we don’t want to lose face in the public eye sweetness.” 1:09 AM
“Plz don’t be mad baby…..When you get this. I love you." 1:29 AM
So naturally, I was totally confused. I ignored it and wrote him a note about how I didn’t realize sharing an article and tagging your significant other was on par with those annoying couples who write, “hi, I love you!” on each other’s walls constantly when they’re sitting right next to each other. I wrote that it wouldn’t happen again and I hope he has a nice day. I signed it <3 Mal instead of my usual <3 Mal/fiancée. I finished getting my things packed up and I walked out into the family room. I noticed there was a note by my spot on the couch (I’m turning into Sheldon Cooper), and it was handwritten and really cute, in purple ink and everything. It made me feel better, but I was still going to delete the Smashing Pumpkins article (and I did). His note read:
Dear Babypie!!
I’m sorry for the late night texts. I’m sorry I have this overwhelming feeling to try to not make it seem as though we do not have problems like other couples. I do not know why I am so hell-bent on holding a “perfect” image in public. I’m so sorry. I want you to be you no matter what. You are the most important person in the whole fucking world, and you are free to do what you want. I shouldn’t ever interfere with how you handle things… big or small. The only thing I know is that I need you and love you. So damn much, it’s unreal. Please have an amazing day. You are the most amazing person EVER!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH! Please have a good day. ILY. -Eric”
Hmm, well now I’m torn between being mad at him for overreacting to something so petty and being happy that he realized his mistake and was doing his best to fix it. He knows how much I love handwritten notes. He knows how much I appreciate apologies for things, big or small. I know he doesn’t like our business out in the public, and I agree with that completely… but I never post our shit on a public forum. If I was seriously ever angry with him, I would NEVER voice it on Facebook. I didn’t even post about my divorce and that shit was terrible. I’m glad he apologized, but I don’t know, man. I still feel ticked off on some level, and I’m hungry for scrambled eggs. I seriously always want to eat scrambled eggs… preferably the nasty powder kind from a box, because those are disgusting to look at but DELICIOUS to nom.
Earlier that day, I had been browsing around Facebook and I saw an article about the Smashing Pumpkins going on tour with Marilyn Manson this summer, and I got really excited because (1) I LOVE BILLY CORGAN DESPITE EVERYTHING; (2) Eric and I both enjoy Manson; (3) Eric and I need to go to at least one more Smashing Pumpkins concert to try to eradicate the terribleness of the last one we went to when we first started dating. Yes, that concert brought many amazing things for me (I got fucked under the bleachers of a sold-out rock concert) but overall, it was a completely negative experience and if I could go back and re-do everything, I would and I would do things so, so differently.
Anyway, I shared that article on my newsfeed and tagged Eric in it. The entire day passed and he didn’t like or comment on it, so I guess when I was drunk last night, I commented on it and just said, “Eric you are terrible.” I don’t remember doing that, so when I read the mean texts I got in the morning when I woke up, it totally threw me off because all I could remember was sharing the article and tagging my fiancé. I never expected the following texts:
I'd appreciate it if you would remove your post about smashing pumpkins. Don’t talk to me like that on public forums.” 12:51 AM
“That really pisses me off. If it’s such a big deal then you TALK to me. Don’t insult me or make up any trouble in paradise. The second you do that shit it sends out the wrong message.” 12:53 AM
“I know I’m overreacting. …..but we don’t want to lose face in the public eye sweetness.” 1:09 AM
“Plz don’t be mad baby…..When you get this. I love you." 1:29 AM
So naturally, I was totally confused. I ignored it and wrote him a note about how I didn’t realize sharing an article and tagging your significant other was on par with those annoying couples who write, “hi, I love you!” on each other’s walls constantly when they’re sitting right next to each other. I wrote that it wouldn’t happen again and I hope he has a nice day. I signed it <3 Mal instead of my usual <3 Mal/fiancée. I finished getting my things packed up and I walked out into the family room. I noticed there was a note by my spot on the couch (I’m turning into Sheldon Cooper), and it was handwritten and really cute, in purple ink and everything. It made me feel better, but I was still going to delete the Smashing Pumpkins article (and I did). His note read:
Dear Babypie!!
I’m sorry for the late night texts. I’m sorry I have this overwhelming feeling to try to not make it seem as though we do not have problems like other couples. I do not know why I am so hell-bent on holding a “perfect” image in public. I’m so sorry. I want you to be you no matter what. You are the most important person in the whole fucking world, and you are free to do what you want. I shouldn’t ever interfere with how you handle things… big or small. The only thing I know is that I need you and love you. So damn much, it’s unreal. Please have an amazing day. You are the most amazing person EVER!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH! Please have a good day. ILY. -Eric”
Hmm, well now I’m torn between being mad at him for overreacting to something so petty and being happy that he realized his mistake and was doing his best to fix it. He knows how much I love handwritten notes. He knows how much I appreciate apologies for things, big or small. I know he doesn’t like our business out in the public, and I agree with that completely… but I never post our shit on a public forum. If I was seriously ever angry with him, I would NEVER voice it on Facebook. I didn’t even post about my divorce and that shit was terrible. I’m glad he apologized, but I don’t know, man. I still feel ticked off on some level, and I’m hungry for scrambled eggs. I seriously always want to eat scrambled eggs… preferably the nasty powder kind from a box, because those are disgusting to look at but DELICIOUS to nom.