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Wow, I just had the craziest weekend ever. My story actually starts on Tuesday, April 1st, 2008. While at work, my boyfriend instant messages me. We're talking for a little while and eventually we get on the subject of how fat I am. At first, he was really nice about it all. But then he started being mean. Viciously mean. I mean, he didn't seem like the guy I cared for as much as I did. So, while we were at work at our temporary job (working for a week at taking pledges for a telethon at a local television station) I pulled him aside and I told him nicely and calmly that he really shouldn't be talking to me like that. I told him that he really upset me and put me in a mood that I didn't like. So he said he was sorry and we made up.
The next day, Wednesday, we made a deal that he wouldn't say anything negative about my background (my parents were both born and raised in an Eastern European country and I am fluent in that language and culture) unless I mentioned it. He seems to have issues with me mentioning anything about it. Anyway, on Thursday, my friend who was sitting next to me at work (he was across the aisle from us) was talking to a supervisor about cakes from our country. My boyfriend then started saying things about our ethnicity. UGH!! I was upset so I just turned around and worked on something else so I wouldn't have to talk to him.
Friday was the same old sh#t. I tried hard to just grin and bear it because of how much I cared for him. I suppose you can say that I love him.
Saturday was a lot worse. He mentioned something negative about my background again. This time I was livid. On our break, I took him aside and asked him to stop saying things like that. He got all defensive saying that it's only because he's American (which I am as well, born and raised here in California). He said that all people from that country (I don't want to mention it in case people he knows will be reading this) should either shut of or go back to their effing country. He said it in such a negative nasty tone that I got so upset I felt like crying. I said that I was going back to work. When I saw that he was as well, and since I didn't want to be next to him, I walked a little bit and sat on a curb and I started crying silently. He saw that I wasn't going in so he came over to me. When he saw that I was crying he bent down in front of me, took my hands into his, and told me not to cry. He was being all sweet again. (I swear he has two personalities or something.) He eventually got me to stop crying enough to go inside back to work since we were at least 10 minutes late already.
While we were there working, I wasn't really talking to anyone beside the people who called in. But I WAS listening to his conversation with the girl next to him. Supposedly they were playing a "game" where cards are involved and each person asks someone a question. Well, tell me if I'm wrong, but should a "happily married woman" be asking a much younger man (who has a girlfriend... in the same room) what his effing fantasies are???? OMG.. You swear it's all innocent. So after work, he was walking me to my car, which he did every night prior to that. I mentioned to him that I didn't like the fact that he was so close to her. He asked as if I didn't hear anything. I told him that I heard what they were talking about and I wasn't happy. All he did in response to that was give me a pathetic attempt at a side hug and said "good night. drive safe." I stormed off to my car, crying of course.
Sunday... Ugh... the worst day yet. I got to work early. I was sitting on the curb right outside the building and that chick walks by. She smiles all big and says "hey what's up" in a chippery voice. I gave her a dirty look and didn't say a thing.... 5 minutes into work, my boyfriend got into a disagreement with our manager and stormed off. Well, I didn't have much time to think about it because we were exceptionally busy that night. Well, ten minutes later, the head honcho of the telethon that I was working came to me, told me to put my call on hold, and said "I heard your boyfriend stormed off angry. We don't want that to happen, can we please have his phone number?" So I gave them his number. Well, after the phones died down a bit my friend who was sitting next to me mentioned that she say my boyfriend with the married woman hugging and kissing by their cars. I was sooooooo upset. I started tearing up so I went to the bathroom so that nobody would see me. I was in there for quite a while, so one of my supervisors whom I had befriended came to see if I was ok. I told her everything. I mean, it was obvious that I wasn't ok and I really needed someone to talk to. Well, she had heard and seen a lot of things that went on that past week. While I was crying and she was comforting me we had an emergency and we had to evacuate. Apparently, there was a bomb threat. So we all went outside. I was still kind of crying. My friend saw me and immediately came to me. She purposely led me away from everyone else. I guess she knew that I was so livid that I might just strike out at that chick. And she was right. Had she been within reach, I would have been more of a threat than a bomb.
While we were outside so that the police and bomb sniffing dogs could go through the buildings, my friend and our new friend were calming me down a lot. I eventually started to see everything in a new way. I figured I should be HAPPY that the b*tch did that and I found out about how he really is sooner rather than later.
Anyway, we were eventually let back to the building and we got back to work. At around 9:45 pm the first round of people went on break. My friend, the b*tch, and I all went at the same time. I followed her and confronted her. He said everything was innocent and that she didn't do anything. I told her that she'd better start praying that her husband not find out about everything. I didn't cuss her out or kick her sorry fat @ss like I had initially intended to. I was very hard on her but still polite. My friend was amazed. I was more amazed.
But anyway, yeah, that's my weekend for you.
Oh yeah, this morning my boyfriend called me. He acted as if nothing happened, as if I don't know of the stupid sh*t he's done to me. So I let him think that. Before we hung up I did tell him that I want to go hand out with him so we could talk. He asked me about what. All I told him is that I am extremely happy and he needs to know why. So yeah... He thinks I'm dumber than he looks.
Anyway, I'm done. Thanks for reading. =)
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Posted by TheMonkeyIsCrying on 2008-04-07 15:39:22 | Rating: | Views: 51
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Good for you. I'm glad you came to the conclusion that you did.
It's hurtful, but you're right, it's better that you find out now how he really is, and not continue to waste your time with him.
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Posted by Cecy24
on 2008-04-07 16:04:30
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