Easter. Oh, happy day.
So, he was actually married. There's a lot of Jerry Springer type shit there, but I'm not going to go into it all. It's ugly and I may bring up some of it some day, but he WAS separated, and his wife DID know we were together. And they WERE separated BEFORE we started ..well, this fucked up thing some people might call a relationship.
His grandparents, however, did NOT know they were separated, and occasionally they had to go put on happy married faces for them. Eventually, they did tell them, and some stuff happened, and blah de blah I was involved and the grandparents wanted to meet me because I had been on THEIR side for something. And so they invited me to Easter dinner.
He had to work, but would be off in time for dinner, he just wouldn't make it home in time to change. So I gathered clothes together, lovingly, to take to the grandparents' house for him to change into when he arrived. And off I went to the grandparents' house, with his mom, his wife, his wife's boyfriend, and the kids. (Oh yeah, did I mention the kids? They had kids. Cute kids, actually.)
We're all getting along, the grandparents seem to like me, everyone is happy, no problems. Until he gets there and goes to change.
I FORGOT A BELT. OH WOE. OH NO. OH GOD THE WORLD IS GOING TO END.
He calls me back (to where he was), and says, "YOU FORGOT THE BELT ON PURPOSE YOU BITCH."
Yes. I totally did. I REALLY wanted to ruin the day that I had been ACTUALLY enjoying so far.
The next day, I went into work. One of the ladies there was saying how her boyfriend had bought her roses, for EASTER. I snorted and said I got called bitch for forgetting a belt. The butcher looked at me and asked me how long I was going to take that kind of treatment before I wised up.
I wasn't scared of leaving. Holy crap. I was scared of his reaction to my leaving. And who the fuck calls someone a name for forgetting a belt? I remembered his shirt, pants, socks, shoes, comb, hair gel, hair spray, every fucking thing else. How about a thanks for that?
I went home and told him I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. He curled up on the floor and started crying. I went and got my things and started putting them in the car. I apologized to his mom (yeah, really) and she said she understood, she'd take care of him. She was kind of angry at me and I don't really blame her for that. She had to deal with him now. There was no one to stand in between.
But that wasn't the end of it.
His grandparents, however, did NOT know they were separated, and occasionally they had to go put on happy married faces for them. Eventually, they did tell them, and some stuff happened, and blah de blah I was involved and the grandparents wanted to meet me because I had been on THEIR side for something. And so they invited me to Easter dinner.
He had to work, but would be off in time for dinner, he just wouldn't make it home in time to change. So I gathered clothes together, lovingly, to take to the grandparents' house for him to change into when he arrived. And off I went to the grandparents' house, with his mom, his wife, his wife's boyfriend, and the kids. (Oh yeah, did I mention the kids? They had kids. Cute kids, actually.)
We're all getting along, the grandparents seem to like me, everyone is happy, no problems. Until he gets there and goes to change.
I FORGOT A BELT. OH WOE. OH NO. OH GOD THE WORLD IS GOING TO END.
He calls me back (to where he was), and says, "YOU FORGOT THE BELT ON PURPOSE YOU BITCH."
Yes. I totally did. I REALLY wanted to ruin the day that I had been ACTUALLY enjoying so far.
The next day, I went into work. One of the ladies there was saying how her boyfriend had bought her roses, for EASTER. I snorted and said I got called bitch for forgetting a belt. The butcher looked at me and asked me how long I was going to take that kind of treatment before I wised up.
I wasn't scared of leaving. Holy crap. I was scared of his reaction to my leaving. And who the fuck calls someone a name for forgetting a belt? I remembered his shirt, pants, socks, shoes, comb, hair gel, hair spray, every fucking thing else. How about a thanks for that?
I went home and told him I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. He curled up on the floor and started crying. I went and got my things and started putting them in the car. I apologized to his mom (yeah, really) and she said she understood, she'd take care of him. She was kind of angry at me and I don't really blame her for that. She had to deal with him now. There was no one to stand in between.
But that wasn't the end of it.