English IV
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Like, I don't remember what Alex did on August 11th to make me post, "Thanks for ruining my day jerk."
I'm 90% sure that's the day we had a huge fight about JK Rowling which he turned into a fight about my inferior intellect and that was the last time we spoke to each out loud.
That weekend I went over to Gavin's house to watch Evil Dead and I decided that he was better as a friend and as a veritable stranger than Alex had ever been as a lover. Not a month later we had our first kiss and I moved in and Chesley posted a picture of us kissing on facebook and Alex saw it and dared call me all pissed off, "How could you?"
And I asked him, "Did I leave a jacket at your house last time I was there," knowing I hadn't, and he said, "What, this blue thing?" and realized who it was for before the words got all the way out of his mouth. I asked, "Did you cheat on me this summer," without a question in my tone and he snapped, "Would it matter? Would it change anything?"
And, God, it felt so liberating. I ripped him a new asshole for the very first time. I repeated every lie he'd ever said to me, all the way from, "I'm your boyfriend, I don't have to ask first," to "I think I over-estimated you as a person," to, "If I'd met Grace first I would have dated her instead," to every snide, "You're not smart enough to do that, if you lost 15 more pounds you'd be a knock out, no one else will put up with your attitude like I do," and I threw in every stupid thing he had ever done, every mistake I'd had to clean up for him, the way his parents had told him to his face that he had a lot to learn from me, and the way he'd used me as a person and as a sexual playground with or without my consent.
I will never forget his voice as he asked, "Will you at least believe that I cared about you?" in a voice that was just as small and meek as he had made me feel for the last year of my life.
And I told him no.
I have come so far since then. Two years ago I could not have accomplished all that I have today. I am leaps and bounds beyond some of my peers, and light-years behind many, but I don't take pleasure in measuring myself against others any more.
I own two cars, good cars that will run for at least another decade a piece. I owe nothing on them, I pay nothing but the insurance. I pay my own bills, including my cellphone. I virtually no debt, only the last of my student loan payments. I'm working on a savings account. I have awesome credit. I have my own apartment that I share with a wonderful fiance and two dogs and a cat. They stay up to date on their veterinary needs and eat a quality diet. I have paid vacation. I have health insurance through my employer. I have networking opportunities for careers I'm not even interested in.
I promised myself that Alex would be the last stupid decision I ever made. No more "because I'm lonely." No more "because it's the easiest option." No more "I didn't want to fight about it." Two years ago I listened to that piece of shit spew apologies and excuses at me through the phone and I realized that he had kept me compliant by making me feel small. I will never feel that way again.
I have been beaten and raped and threatened by various men since I was seven years old, and it has not been since these last two years, as a 20-21 year old woman that I have realized that it was a life I chose, not just how life is. I will never be a victim again. I will never let a man walk over me or look down on me.
God help the motherfucker that tries.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Alex doesn't want to live with my again until we both graduate.
I'm just heartbroken. This is what I've been looking forward to since May. Now I feel like there's no point in moving to Hammond or transferring schools or doing anything, really, because it's not going to get me where I want to be (ie: a lease with Alex.)
But I equally don't want to stay in Galliano and work at Sonic for the rest of my life. And I don't really want to be anywhere else, either.
I just was looking forward to getting back into the groove of living with my boyfriend, of going to sleep with him every night and waking up with him every morning. I'm so emotionally attached to all of his little habits that I won't get to experience from a separate apartment. I still can't remember to turn the lights off before getting into bed. That's Alex's job. Am I supposed to live for the next three years with the lights always on?
I'm not even sure where all of this came from. Last week, we were talking about living with Rob together. Now we're not going to live together until after graduation? I sincerely believe that he's just trying to slowly get me used to being on my own again so he can break up with me. It's becoming increasingly obvious that he's not into our relationship anymore.
And I'm just so tired of being confused and hurt and crying all the time. I just want my boyfriend. It's been so gratifying that, over the course of our relationship, people have seen us get through such tough shit and come out smiling. And I'm just so sad about so many things and I feel like I'm letting everyone down and like I'm fucking this relationship up and like I'm losing the love of my life to a steady downwards spiral of depression and inadequacy. I can't even get through a day at sonic without fucking something up. Do you know how many IDIOTS work at that fucking place? I'm supposed to be at least semi-intelligent, how do you fuck a job like this up? Anyone can walk a fucking tray of food out to a car and collect money. Why am I such complete shit at it?
I just don't understand how life could be so swell in May, and so shitty in August. I don't understand how long nights with Grace and Alex and laughter became long nights sobbing into my pillow. Where did this come from and how can I make it go away?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Things Are Just Really Fucking Hard Right Now.
She has early-onset Alzheimer's, you know? She's about to turn 48 and she doesn't remember texting me last week about her trip to Missouri, she has to call and tell me all about it two or three more times, because she's not sure what she's already said. And it's just so fucking sad.