Jul 22, 2006 13:40
My face is a lot more swollen today, and when I went out to get more ice for my face last night, the bodega guy thought someone had beaten me up or something. I tried to explain that I had had surgery, but he just looked at me like, "That's so sad. She's making excuses for her monster of a boyfriend."
It was so not worth explaining to this man that, in spite of all my self-esteem issues over the years, I have never, ever even been slapped and if any person ever laid a hand on me, I would either whack them in the face with something or I would run away and never go back, depending on the situation. That is one thing I am very grateful for, that I have never been so messed up and misguided that I would allow anything remotely like that to happen to me.
I'm thinking of my former roommate in SF who got mad at me because when her abusive ex-boyfriend, Patrick, sent her flowers I refused to accept them and sent the delivery guy away. I know it wasn't my place to refuse them, but you can't tell a person the kinds of stories she told me and not expect me to hate this guy like poison.
This world is a pretty crazy place.