Remembering, when he supposedly went to his sisters. The weekend I had hand surgery. How he texted me drunk that Friday night and told me he was a fucking asshole and I should be done with him. And when I asked if he’d fucked someone he emphatically said “NO!!” And then I wrote the blog for him “the story in his eyes” which he loved. Because I thought he was at his sisters and I knew the relationship was strained.
But then I didn’t hear from him til Sunday afternoon when he texted me that his battery was dead. I finally got him to say it was his phone battery and he got mad because I thought he meant his car battery. Though he proceeded to argue with me all the way home about it.
But now… He was probably just with her. Sat night… He was in silence. Til Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t figure out what was up with him. Why he was so pissed off at me.
He probably wasn’t even at his sisters. He was home alone drunk on Friday. With Betty Boop on Saturday night. And fighting with me Sunday. Lying to me. I was laid up from surgery. He couldn’t even be there for me. Didn’t even call me til the surgery was over, though he called multiple times after to check on me. But then went silent while he was with her and made up the story about his battery being dead to cover his ass.
I could just cry. Why the hell did he do that to me? Lie on top of lie. Betty was lucky. She didn’t get the volume of lies I had to swallow. Just one big one. But I got that one too.
Sick. Just a sick man.
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I’m sorry – it’s awful when the memories come back with a painful clarity. You can probably remember questioning yourself at the time, chiding yourself for not trusting him, or being annoyed with him…? It’s amazing what we remember isn’t it?! x
Sucks big time. Just unreal.
Bad enough he keeps showing up in my dreams. Shit b
I didn’t think much about him not communicating because he was visiting. Figured they were talking, catching up. I might have gotten a single text. I don’t remember. I do remember thinking wow I’m sitting here with a cast on my arm and he doesn’t even check on me. But I let it go because I already missed him enough.
The total lack of empathy and compassion is so astounding. It’s not even human.
I know. And I fucking adored this man with every fiber of my body. And he knew it. Just like Adam not even saying how are you doing when you were so sick. It’s like a brand new punch in the stomach.