Bearcat |
09-17-2021 10:34 PM |
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Originally Posted by Frazod
(Post 15838584)
She'd go off about a dirty sock on the floor or a fork left in the sink like I'd taken a dump in the middle of the living room. It was insane. SHE WAS INSANE. And of course in the magical month that we dated she saw what my behavior was like - I mean, I'm not a complete ****ing slob or anything, but I'm a normal guy. There's some clutter and stuff on the floor. Not a peep out of her that it was THE WORST THING EVER! It is just not in my nature to be that utterly insincere, for any reason. The bitch should have gone into sales, or politics. She'd give Hillary Clinton a run for her money.
One weekend Chris, my high school friend/Air Force buddy came up to visit. Of course she was in angel mode the whole time, and I hadn't told him what she was really like. Now Chris is about as close as you can get to Wally Cleaver. Polite, respectful, neat, no real vices to speak of. I don't know of anybody who's met him that doesn't like and respect him. So we all pass a pleasant weekend. Right before he leaves, she gives him a big hug and tells him he's welcome anytime, and what a pleasure it was to meet him. The door shuts, and she waits until he's out of earshot, then turns to me and growls "I never want that mother****er in this house again." That was one of the final nails in her coffin. I replied "bitch, he'll be my friend long after your ass is gone, and don't you EVER say another word about him." My eyes must have been glowing red at that point, because she dropped it.
I can feel my blood pressure spiking as I type this. :#
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Gives me flashbacks, too... heh.
I remember relaxing on the couch one night watching sports, quickly ruined by screaming in the kitchen about a towel on the counter that apparently had a little food on it or something... who the **** knows.
When I was buying my first house and preparing to get away from the drama, I worked most of the day on the new house and was pretty damn filthy.... got back to the apartment that we shared, where her and her boyfriend were watching a movie on the couch. Took off my shoes, because not doing so would mean the end of the ****ing world... but, went into the kitchen to wash off a bit, then I hear the shrill scream of horror because my jeans were dirty and probably dragging dirt into the apartment.
I told her to grow the **** up (I'm surprised she never stabbed me after saying that, she hated it so much), she yelled something else and stormed off into her bedroom with her boyfriend just sitting on the couch (he was a nice guy)... he had already seen some of this while they were dating (which never lasted long). I shrugged and halfheartedly apologized. He shrugged, probably a bit surprised it went from nice night on the couch to threat level midnight in all of 15 seconds.
Being that we were just friends with no benefits, luckily the worst of it was over pretty quickly and we went our separate ways after one lease term on the apartment.
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