Everyone has one.
You know the one i'm talking about. The one where hindsight was 20/20, and if thats true then you must've been fecking blind while dating them.
So this is my Toxic Ex story.
Toxic and I dated for collectivly about a year and a half. It took him a long time to get around to asking me out, but we went out and on dates and stuff before being 'official', so I still count it. Things were really good for the first few months, I was in love. I think I was actually more in love with the idea of being in love than I was actually in love with Toxic. Now, i'm not about to go through a year and a halfs worth of Toxic stories, i'll pick out the few valuable ones for later posts, but here are the relevant points to let you flesh out the main story.
Good things:
-Had the juciest lips. They were big an pouty and I loved chewing on them.
-Had great friends. They were always nothing but polite and nice towards me, and they knew The Guys aswell so we all got along.
-Had a great mother and step father. His mother never let him get away with anything, made him do all his own laundry and dishes, and cook for himself, which I don't think anyone ever told her what an angel she was for starting him early on this.
-The sex was ah-may-zing.
-Great to cuddle with.
-Never forgot aniversaries and spoiled me somewhat.
Bad things:
-He idolized his loser of a father. His Da would constantly pour poison in his ear about how his mother had had affairs (It was actually his Da that did I found out later), He had no decent job, he was an alcoholic, he would constantly attack Toxics Ma to the point of making the kids end up in tears over stupid shite like child support payments, (He wasn't making his).
-From the over nurturing of his Da, Toxic felt he was entitiled to so much more, and the world was out to get him. He constantly had to be reasurred and have his ego stroked everytime something didn't go his way.
-He threw tantrums when he didn't get his way. I'm talking everything from crossing the arms over the chest and pouting like a fecking child, to yelling and screaming and stomping his feet.
-He hated 'my' friends. i.e. The Guys. Rocker hates him for this. Toxic never wanted me to see The Guys because they were 'all trying to sleep with me', like i'm so incredibly impressionable.
-Fatarse, my best friend, didn't see me for 2 months because every waking moment had to be spent with Toxic when I went away to school.
-I lived on the campus of my college, and it was 45 mins away driving, and 3 hours busride. Toxic would guilt me into taking the bus back once during the week to see him for a night (about 2-3 hours not including bus ride) and every single weekend. Every weekend was also seeing him and only him unless I was working.
-He wouldn't ever leave anything at my house. I don't know why this bugged me but it did.
-He stayed very good friends with his ex, and the first time I ever met her was when she came up behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear 'God, I miss you so much.'
-He had a hairy chest. It just wigged me out.
I didn't realise until after, but throughout the relationship, Rocker was right. Toxic was very controlling. He didn't have many bad habits that got under my skin, he took good care of himself, and on paper he was a great guy. But my opinion never mattered. All through highschool I was known for my confidence, and suddenly I had absolutly no self-respect.
I won't go too far into this, like I said. But he was definatly the most toxic and damaging to my self-esteem. Even the cheaters weren't that bad.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Goodbyes
The end of the school year is a few days away. I am not officially almost done my first year of college. Man it sucked. Didn't help that my floor was known as the only floor in residence (thats 3 buildings, 9 floors each, about 2500 people) as the destruction floor. My floor fines have totalled close to $3,000. Everything from broken windows (from fists) broken walls (drunk people) broken doors, etc. The most memorable moment was when we had visitors from the 5th floor of my building come down to my floor.
I walked into our common room to find them throwing a variety of candy and food into the corner, and getting it all on tape. They also had torn apart one common room chair and were shoving each other into the walls.
"What the fack do yeh think yer doing?" I said in my best don't-fuck-with-me-voice, Ilearned from my Da.
The girl holding the camera turned to me and laughed. "Um, destroying your common room? We thought you wouldn't mind with all your floor fines." The other people in the room turned to me. I stared at the girl until her smile fell off her face. She put down the camera and turned to me fully.
"Destroying our common room?" I said. "You want to fuck with us? You go ahead and throw smarties around the room. No, please, continue. Because whatever you do to our common room? We'll do 3-fold to yours. Go ahead and tear these chairs apart, because we'll be upstairs to yours tomorrow and have no qualms against blowing yours the fack up." I stared at her a little longer, and they started to fidget nervously. Our floor was known for destroying things without thinking of it, so I could see them turning over in their head what we could actually do if we put our minds to it. I left them with that and turned around and walked out.
I went to my RA's door. I explained the situation to him and told them what i'd said, he laughed, but decided to add his two cents to the common room. Now, if they thought a 5 ft little chick like me was scary, imagine a gay man on a rampage. He marched in there, or I should say shashayed, and smacked down a peice of paper and a pen. He crossed his arms and said "Alright, I want all your names, and your RA's names right now. Then I want you to clean this place up. And if its not spotless? You'll be hearing back from me. Oh, and don't worry about the chair, i'll transfer it to your floor fines." He then sashayed out of the room with their names. I had honestly never seen students so reluctant to be put in their place. They grumbled and cleaned the room, I gotta say it looked better than any cleaning job the cleaning ladies ever did.
And we haven't seen them since.
I walked into our common room to find them throwing a variety of candy and food into the corner, and getting it all on tape. They also had torn apart one common room chair and were shoving each other into the walls.
"What the fack do yeh think yer doing?" I said in my best don't-fuck-with-me-voice, Ilearned from my Da.
The girl holding the camera turned to me and laughed. "Um, destroying your common room? We thought you wouldn't mind with all your floor fines." The other people in the room turned to me. I stared at the girl until her smile fell off her face. She put down the camera and turned to me fully.
"Destroying our common room?" I said. "You want to fuck with us? You go ahead and throw smarties around the room. No, please, continue. Because whatever you do to our common room? We'll do 3-fold to yours. Go ahead and tear these chairs apart, because we'll be upstairs to yours tomorrow and have no qualms against blowing yours the fack up." I stared at her a little longer, and they started to fidget nervously. Our floor was known for destroying things without thinking of it, so I could see them turning over in their head what we could actually do if we put our minds to it. I left them with that and turned around and walked out.
I went to my RA's door. I explained the situation to him and told them what i'd said, he laughed, but decided to add his two cents to the common room. Now, if they thought a 5 ft little chick like me was scary, imagine a gay man on a rampage. He marched in there, or I should say shashayed, and smacked down a peice of paper and a pen. He crossed his arms and said "Alright, I want all your names, and your RA's names right now. Then I want you to clean this place up. And if its not spotless? You'll be hearing back from me. Oh, and don't worry about the chair, i'll transfer it to your floor fines." He then sashayed out of the room with their names. I had honestly never seen students so reluctant to be put in their place. They grumbled and cleaned the room, I gotta say it looked better than any cleaning job the cleaning ladies ever did.
And we haven't seen them since.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Part 3, The Curtain
Where was I. The last thing he ever said, right.
We had planned on going away for the weekend to visit a friend of ours down south. Him and this friend always had this long standing rivalry, and I didn't know it at the time, but their friendship was hanging on by a thread. Now this friend constantly hit on me aswell, but not to the extent that Rocker did, and I appriciated it.
The night that we were supposed to leave, I called up rocker telling him I was going to pick him up. He came on the phone and asked incredulously, "Why would we leave tonight, theres ice on the road." Now, looking out my window, the roads were bone dry, they weren't even wet. But he couldn't be swayed, we weren't leaving under any circumstances because he did not want to die, and we surely would on these icy roads. There wasn't even snow on the grass this time of year, but he wouldn't budge. The more frustrated I got, the more he dug his heals in. Finally, pissed off, I said that he could drive himself up, and that I was going up without him. He laughed, but didn't say why, and hung up the phone.
I called the friend to say that I was coming up, but Rocker would be joining us tomorrow. "Um, I'm just on my way out. Rocker called about an hour ago and said you guys weren't coming, so I made other plans." That was it. I was furious, he had the testicles to call up and change our plans like he was in control of me. Friend was even more angry than I was.
So Saturday I called Rocker, and he didn't pick up the phone, and truthfully I secretly didn't want him to come, with the way he was acting. I ended up having a great weekend, and when I got home sunday night, we had our final conversation.
I blew up at him, telling him he had no right to call and cancel plans like he owned me and didn't need to clear things like this. He did the most irritating thing he could. He gave one word non-commital answers, and when I finally got tired of screaming, he said "Fine, Just friends."
That was it.
I Found out later, the moment those words left his lips, him and his girlfriend got back together. As of now he hasn't spoken to me in a few months. At first I thought he was just being stubborn and not answering me, and he would evetually give in when he saw it didn't bother me. But a few days ago I got a call from Singer.
We got talking about Rocker and he said that Rocker had shared some information with Singer. He said that the reason Rocker wasn't speaking to me was that his girlfriend had forbade him. Not bad for someone I thought had no spine, but the worst was still to come.
"Thats not all, Irish. She thinks you were the one hitting on him. I think deep down she knows he'd leave her in a second for you, and that's why she doesn't want him talking to you."
My mind went numb. I couldn't function for a minute or so. How DARE he turn this around on me? I endure almost 2 years of sexual harassment, and suddenly i'm the bad guy? And she doesn't even get to hear my side of the story? The Guys all know it, and if she ever bothered to ask i'm sure they'd straighten her out, but she won't. Now hes gone to the extreme and won't go to the same parties as me, unless its mandatory like a birthday.
So thats the good, the bad, and the Unlucky, although i'm hard pressed to find where the good was in all that.
We had planned on going away for the weekend to visit a friend of ours down south. Him and this friend always had this long standing rivalry, and I didn't know it at the time, but their friendship was hanging on by a thread. Now this friend constantly hit on me aswell, but not to the extent that Rocker did, and I appriciated it.
The night that we were supposed to leave, I called up rocker telling him I was going to pick him up. He came on the phone and asked incredulously, "Why would we leave tonight, theres ice on the road." Now, looking out my window, the roads were bone dry, they weren't even wet. But he couldn't be swayed, we weren't leaving under any circumstances because he did not want to die, and we surely would on these icy roads. There wasn't even snow on the grass this time of year, but he wouldn't budge. The more frustrated I got, the more he dug his heals in. Finally, pissed off, I said that he could drive himself up, and that I was going up without him. He laughed, but didn't say why, and hung up the phone.
I called the friend to say that I was coming up, but Rocker would be joining us tomorrow. "Um, I'm just on my way out. Rocker called about an hour ago and said you guys weren't coming, so I made other plans." That was it. I was furious, he had the testicles to call up and change our plans like he was in control of me. Friend was even more angry than I was.
So Saturday I called Rocker, and he didn't pick up the phone, and truthfully I secretly didn't want him to come, with the way he was acting. I ended up having a great weekend, and when I got home sunday night, we had our final conversation.
I blew up at him, telling him he had no right to call and cancel plans like he owned me and didn't need to clear things like this. He did the most irritating thing he could. He gave one word non-commital answers, and when I finally got tired of screaming, he said "Fine, Just friends."
That was it.
I Found out later, the moment those words left his lips, him and his girlfriend got back together. As of now he hasn't spoken to me in a few months. At first I thought he was just being stubborn and not answering me, and he would evetually give in when he saw it didn't bother me. But a few days ago I got a call from Singer.
We got talking about Rocker and he said that Rocker had shared some information with Singer. He said that the reason Rocker wasn't speaking to me was that his girlfriend had forbade him. Not bad for someone I thought had no spine, but the worst was still to come.
"Thats not all, Irish. She thinks you were the one hitting on him. I think deep down she knows he'd leave her in a second for you, and that's why she doesn't want him talking to you."
My mind went numb. I couldn't function for a minute or so. How DARE he turn this around on me? I endure almost 2 years of sexual harassment, and suddenly i'm the bad guy? And she doesn't even get to hear my side of the story? The Guys all know it, and if she ever bothered to ask i'm sure they'd straighten her out, but she won't. Now hes gone to the extreme and won't go to the same parties as me, unless its mandatory like a birthday.
So thats the good, the bad, and the Unlucky, although i'm hard pressed to find where the good was in all that.
Rocker Drama part 2
So understandibly, life with Rocker was a wee bit akward. Everyones had that friend that always playfully hits on them, but deep down you know they aren't kidding. I knew deep down he wasn't kidding.
When I was finally done with highschool, the real drama began. The Guys started to pick up on it and started to exploit the situation, making it akward and making me the butt end of many jokes. Whenever someone made a dirty joke and mentioned me, the next thing said would be "What are you, Rocker?". Now, I could deal with being joked at, and by now I was so used to Rockers pursuits that I could deal with them too. What I couldn't deal with? The fact that after almost 2 years of knowing him, I found out he'd had a girlfriend the whole time.
Do you ever step in gum, and when its attached to the bottom of your shoe it picks up all that scummy, dirty gross stuff? To me, cheaters are worst than that stuff. They are lower and more disgusting then stuff you pull out of bathtub drains. Anyone who could treat someone they love(d) that way, whether current or not, doesn't deserve an ounce of sympathy in my books. I realise there are often special circumstances, but this was not one of them.
So for 2 years, Rocker had been dating a girl lets call Stacy. How had I not known? Well, in my defence, he obviously never mentioned her, and he never brought her out to any parties, never introduced her to anyone. They had been on and off for about 2 and a half years, and the Guys had only met her once or twice, if at all. This was the last straw for me, espcially when he found out I knew, and whenever she called, he talked to her like she was dirt. I had no idea why she took this kind of treatment, but I had never met the girl and it wasn't really my place to inform her of his constant cheating (not with me but with others). Who was I to act self-righteous and ruin this girls life?
The beginning of the end started really about Valentines day. Rocker had switched tactics and stopped hitting on me outright, and tried for the friend angle. I knew something was up for Valentines because he kept asking me my address at college. I refused to tell him and told him to please not get me anything.
Valentines day arrived. That night about 7pm, I get a call to come down to the front desk, theres a package for me. dreading the worst couldn't have even prepared me for what I saw. I rounded the desk and opened my mouth to ask for my package when I saw it. It was hard to miss, seeing as Rocker was standing beside it. Rocker was leaning up against the wall, swinging a 4ft long box from his thumb and middle finger.
Now, only two things come in these boxes. A gun, or Flowers. I was personally hoping for a gun, but when I opened it, I found a dozen long stemmed de-thorned red roses. $68.00 worth of long stemmed de-thorned roses I found out later. I was shocked. Everyone was starring at me. Even the front desk people were looking at me expectantly. Rocker came up beside me.
"Will you go on a date with me now?" He asked.
I was thinking fast. I had no feelings for the guy, but he drove 45 mins out of his way to hand deliver me this box of fantastic flowers. And they were fantastic, let me tell you. They practically glowed in all their glorious smell. I sighed, 'No' obviously wasn't in his vocabulary anymore, so I answered "I'll let you buy me a coffee, let me go change." And I did. And he did. And it was just like any other time I had a coffee with him, just normal. And despite myself, everytime I saw the flowers, I smiled.
It was basically downhill from that.
The end came when I told him I would never date someone who still had a girlfriend, it was against what I believed in. His response? He broke it off with both his Girlfriend and his mistress to impress me. It didn't, and I think that was the final straw for him.
He started to get really bitter and angry right before my birthday. Of all the Guys, he would be the only one to really remeber my birthday/ bother to do anything for it. But he stopped speaking to me the weekend before. I told him to accept that we would only ever be friends, and he replied, "Fine, just friends." I remeber that, because thats the last thing he ever said to me.
more later
When I was finally done with highschool, the real drama began. The Guys started to pick up on it and started to exploit the situation, making it akward and making me the butt end of many jokes. Whenever someone made a dirty joke and mentioned me, the next thing said would be "What are you, Rocker?". Now, I could deal with being joked at, and by now I was so used to Rockers pursuits that I could deal with them too. What I couldn't deal with? The fact that after almost 2 years of knowing him, I found out he'd had a girlfriend the whole time.
Do you ever step in gum, and when its attached to the bottom of your shoe it picks up all that scummy, dirty gross stuff? To me, cheaters are worst than that stuff. They are lower and more disgusting then stuff you pull out of bathtub drains. Anyone who could treat someone they love(d) that way, whether current or not, doesn't deserve an ounce of sympathy in my books. I realise there are often special circumstances, but this was not one of them.
So for 2 years, Rocker had been dating a girl lets call Stacy. How had I not known? Well, in my defence, he obviously never mentioned her, and he never brought her out to any parties, never introduced her to anyone. They had been on and off for about 2 and a half years, and the Guys had only met her once or twice, if at all. This was the last straw for me, espcially when he found out I knew, and whenever she called, he talked to her like she was dirt. I had no idea why she took this kind of treatment, but I had never met the girl and it wasn't really my place to inform her of his constant cheating (not with me but with others). Who was I to act self-righteous and ruin this girls life?
The beginning of the end started really about Valentines day. Rocker had switched tactics and stopped hitting on me outright, and tried for the friend angle. I knew something was up for Valentines because he kept asking me my address at college. I refused to tell him and told him to please not get me anything.
Valentines day arrived. That night about 7pm, I get a call to come down to the front desk, theres a package for me. dreading the worst couldn't have even prepared me for what I saw. I rounded the desk and opened my mouth to ask for my package when I saw it. It was hard to miss, seeing as Rocker was standing beside it. Rocker was leaning up against the wall, swinging a 4ft long box from his thumb and middle finger.
Now, only two things come in these boxes. A gun, or Flowers. I was personally hoping for a gun, but when I opened it, I found a dozen long stemmed de-thorned red roses. $68.00 worth of long stemmed de-thorned roses I found out later. I was shocked. Everyone was starring at me. Even the front desk people were looking at me expectantly. Rocker came up beside me.
"Will you go on a date with me now?" He asked.
I was thinking fast. I had no feelings for the guy, but he drove 45 mins out of his way to hand deliver me this box of fantastic flowers. And they were fantastic, let me tell you. They practically glowed in all their glorious smell. I sighed, 'No' obviously wasn't in his vocabulary anymore, so I answered "I'll let you buy me a coffee, let me go change." And I did. And he did. And it was just like any other time I had a coffee with him, just normal. And despite myself, everytime I saw the flowers, I smiled.
It was basically downhill from that.
The end came when I told him I would never date someone who still had a girlfriend, it was against what I believed in. His response? He broke it off with both his Girlfriend and his mistress to impress me. It didn't, and I think that was the final straw for him.
He started to get really bitter and angry right before my birthday. Of all the Guys, he would be the only one to really remeber my birthday/ bother to do anything for it. But he stopped speaking to me the weekend before. I told him to accept that we would only ever be friends, and he replied, "Fine, just friends." I remeber that, because thats the last thing he ever said to me.
more later
Monday, April 23, 2007
All I need now is to be naked in front of homeroom...
Good old fashioned bonfire on saturday night. Everything going great aside from the Guys running down mainstreet naked after a hotub. Then it happened. The inevidable. One of my friends girlfriends decided to be sociable with the tomboy.
"So, Irish," She said, in her sweetest 'confide in me, were both girls' kind of way. "Hows stuff going with Rocker?" Looking at my confused look she clarified, "How long have you guys been dating now?"
Now, being drunk, and otherwise an idiot, I tried to tone down my horrified look.
"Oh, god. You are dating right?" She stammered.
"Their not dating" Hunk jumped in.
"I need a beer." I said.
"Have some of mine, Their not dating, its complicated, hey don't drink it all!" Hunk was laughing. I was not.
The entire bonfire stared at me, the Guys knowing the situations finer details, but not jumping in. Like a trainwreck all they could do was watch. After assuring the drunk moron I was fine and no, I didn't want a hug, I started my stare off into the fire. I knew this was going to happen, which was the weird thing. I didn't know it would be her exactly, but I knew it would be some aquaitences girlfriend, already stupid but stupider due to alcohol intake, and I knew they would get drunk and ask if Rocker and I were dating. I even heard the words she said in my head. Things between us were already on an all time high tension point, but I wasn't about to explain the whole story to a drunk girl.
However, I will explain it to you.
Rocker and I have been (had been) friends for a few years now. Both known in our highschool as being a little strange, me because of my multicolored hair and carefree attitude, him because of his outright weirdness. I always knew of him, and kind of met him through people, but didn't actually become friends with him until my victory lap of highschool.
Rocker was trying to get into my theatre class and was trying to convince the teacher. As I walked up to her, the teacher turned and said, "Rocker, you can join the class if someone here vouches for you that your going to take it seriously." She turned to me and assuming I was friends with him said, "Irish, what do you think? Does he deserve a chance?" Now, I didn't know him from Adam, but not wanting to embarass her, and not wanting to take away Rockers only chance, I said, "Oh, yeah. He'll do great in this class." Rocker looked me over and gave me a wee bit of a chill, but I shrugged it off.
And so it began.
For the next year or so, Rocker proceeded to hit on me and constantly pester me to sleep with him. Now, the thing about me is I don't sleep with people that I'm not in a relationship with. Lost it to my first serious boyfriend about the time of legal drinking age, and have never had a one night stand. So I wasn't about to start with one of my friends. I always blew him off and never so much as encouraged his flirting in any way. I was content being his friend.
Alright, my fingers are getting sore, hang on for more later.
"So, Irish," She said, in her sweetest 'confide in me, were both girls' kind of way. "Hows stuff going with Rocker?" Looking at my confused look she clarified, "How long have you guys been dating now?"
Now, being drunk, and otherwise an idiot, I tried to tone down my horrified look.
"Oh, god. You are dating right?" She stammered.
"Their not dating" Hunk jumped in.
"I need a beer." I said.
"Have some of mine, Their not dating, its complicated, hey don't drink it all!" Hunk was laughing. I was not.
The entire bonfire stared at me, the Guys knowing the situations finer details, but not jumping in. Like a trainwreck all they could do was watch. After assuring the drunk moron I was fine and no, I didn't want a hug, I started my stare off into the fire. I knew this was going to happen, which was the weird thing. I didn't know it would be her exactly, but I knew it would be some aquaitences girlfriend, already stupid but stupider due to alcohol intake, and I knew they would get drunk and ask if Rocker and I were dating. I even heard the words she said in my head. Things between us were already on an all time high tension point, but I wasn't about to explain the whole story to a drunk girl.
However, I will explain it to you.
Rocker and I have been (had been) friends for a few years now. Both known in our highschool as being a little strange, me because of my multicolored hair and carefree attitude, him because of his outright weirdness. I always knew of him, and kind of met him through people, but didn't actually become friends with him until my victory lap of highschool.
Rocker was trying to get into my theatre class and was trying to convince the teacher. As I walked up to her, the teacher turned and said, "Rocker, you can join the class if someone here vouches for you that your going to take it seriously." She turned to me and assuming I was friends with him said, "Irish, what do you think? Does he deserve a chance?" Now, I didn't know him from Adam, but not wanting to embarass her, and not wanting to take away Rockers only chance, I said, "Oh, yeah. He'll do great in this class." Rocker looked me over and gave me a wee bit of a chill, but I shrugged it off.
And so it began.
For the next year or so, Rocker proceeded to hit on me and constantly pester me to sleep with him. Now, the thing about me is I don't sleep with people that I'm not in a relationship with. Lost it to my first serious boyfriend about the time of legal drinking age, and have never had a one night stand. So I wasn't about to start with one of my friends. I always blew him off and never so much as encouraged his flirting in any way. I was content being his friend.
Alright, my fingers are getting sore, hang on for more later.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Step-daughter of the Bride?
Wild night last night. The only rememberance of the night before was the splitting open of my head this morning. I walked into work with my sunglasses on carrying the biggest coffee Tim Hortons could find me. Boss looked me over and asked cautiously,
"Whats with the glasses?"
I mouthed hangover at her.
She did not look impressed. "It's 2 o'clock on a saturday. Not a great day for it either." and turned back to the customers she was wringing in. The store was a disaster. Clothes everywhere, children running around screaming, and changerooms with bitchy customers standing in front of them, looking for someone to kill.
"I'll man changerooms." Boss muttered something incoherant and I grabbed a key and pissed off.
After many long hours (ok, 2 hours) of helping angry people try on teenager clothes, my Da showed up at work. This usually only means one of two things:
1) Bad news, someones died
2)He brought me a coffee because he was in the neighbourhood.
Now since my Da is never in the neighbourhood of where I work, and he was holding no coffee that I could see, I could only assume the worst.
"Hi." He said.
"Hi." I said.
He started fidgeting with his hands, "How're you?"
"Goo-" I started.
"That's great, hows your day been" Staring somewhere over my shoulder. "Great," I said, "The store caught fire for the first part, but Luckily we were able to put it out."
"Good, good." He said, "Listen I have some news." I held my breath, o god, someones died.
"Tuesday," He grinned, "I'm going to ask (Da's Fiance) to marry me." He looked at me expectantly.
First thought: Jaysus I need a drink.
Second thought: oh, shite, say something
Da's smile started to falter, say something! anything!
"Ahh,...Aren't you a little old to be getting remarried?" golden, you gobshite.
He, thankfully, laughed. "Yeah! And i'm fecking nervous!" He grinned like a fool again.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hated the woman. She was nothing but rude to me the few times i've seen her, and I do mean few. Still not convinced?
1) They've been together for 3 odd years, and i've seen her maybe 10 times.
2)She had Minor surgery about a year ago, and when I asked her, concerned, if she was ok, she snapped "Mind your own business!" after shooting my Da a look.
3)My family went to an Irish wedding for my Uncle last summer. This was a wedding that she, like my Stepda, was a guest to. My Uncle tells me at the reception that him and his new bride had to switch the tables around last minute, because my Da's Fiance didn't want to sit at the same table as my mother. So me, my Ma, my Stepda, my boyfriend at the time and my brother all sat at one table, with the wedding photographer, and my Da and his woman sat accross the room at another, with various extended family. I made it very clear that I was not pleased, that was just plain rude, as if my Uncle didn't have enough on his plate that day. She walked up to me at the reception and said, "Irish, don't you look lovely" and tried at a smile. I stared her down until she stopped smiling, turned, and walked away, leaving my poor boyfriend to make small talk with my Da.
So you can sense why I wouldn't want her as a permanent fixture, amoung other reasons like my Da buying a house with her and 'forgetting' to tell me, only admitting when I answered the phone from the realtor, or maybe the fact that he spends more time at her house then he does with me or my brother combined. But anyways.
Later that day, when I went to pick up my brother, My Da gave me my own sparkily ring, a flower made of tiny diamonds with a dark blue saphire in the middle, for my middle finger. He said to consider it a consolation prize.
"Whats with the glasses?"
I mouthed hangover at her.
She did not look impressed. "It's 2 o'clock on a saturday. Not a great day for it either." and turned back to the customers she was wringing in. The store was a disaster. Clothes everywhere, children running around screaming, and changerooms with bitchy customers standing in front of them, looking for someone to kill.
"I'll man changerooms." Boss muttered something incoherant and I grabbed a key and pissed off.
After many long hours (ok, 2 hours) of helping angry people try on teenager clothes, my Da showed up at work. This usually only means one of two things:
1) Bad news, someones died
2)He brought me a coffee because he was in the neighbourhood.
Now since my Da is never in the neighbourhood of where I work, and he was holding no coffee that I could see, I could only assume the worst.
"Hi." He said.
"Hi." I said.
He started fidgeting with his hands, "How're you?"
"Goo-" I started.
"That's great, hows your day been" Staring somewhere over my shoulder. "Great," I said, "The store caught fire for the first part, but Luckily we were able to put it out."
"Good, good." He said, "Listen I have some news." I held my breath, o god, someones died.
"Tuesday," He grinned, "I'm going to ask (Da's Fiance) to marry me." He looked at me expectantly.
First thought: Jaysus I need a drink.
Second thought: oh, shite, say something
Da's smile started to falter, say something! anything!
"Ahh,...Aren't you a little old to be getting remarried?" golden, you gobshite.
He, thankfully, laughed. "Yeah! And i'm fecking nervous!" He grinned like a fool again.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hated the woman. She was nothing but rude to me the few times i've seen her, and I do mean few. Still not convinced?
1) They've been together for 3 odd years, and i've seen her maybe 10 times.
2)She had Minor surgery about a year ago, and when I asked her, concerned, if she was ok, she snapped "Mind your own business!" after shooting my Da a look.
3)My family went to an Irish wedding for my Uncle last summer. This was a wedding that she, like my Stepda, was a guest to. My Uncle tells me at the reception that him and his new bride had to switch the tables around last minute, because my Da's Fiance didn't want to sit at the same table as my mother. So me, my Ma, my Stepda, my boyfriend at the time and my brother all sat at one table, with the wedding photographer, and my Da and his woman sat accross the room at another, with various extended family. I made it very clear that I was not pleased, that was just plain rude, as if my Uncle didn't have enough on his plate that day. She walked up to me at the reception and said, "Irish, don't you look lovely" and tried at a smile. I stared her down until she stopped smiling, turned, and walked away, leaving my poor boyfriend to make small talk with my Da.
So you can sense why I wouldn't want her as a permanent fixture, amoung other reasons like my Da buying a house with her and 'forgetting' to tell me, only admitting when I answered the phone from the realtor, or maybe the fact that he spends more time at her house then he does with me or my brother combined. But anyways.
Later that day, when I went to pick up my brother, My Da gave me my own sparkily ring, a flower made of tiny diamonds with a dark blue saphire in the middle, for my middle finger. He said to consider it a consolation prize.
Plans fall through...
Today my weekend camping plans fell through. The guys and I had planned on going camping for a weekend in the summer, and I was just waiting for all of them to pay me so i could book it. Hunk and I were planning this for awhile, so when he finally came online today, I jumped all over him trying to figure out whats going on...
Hunk: "Yeah, i've been thinking about it, and I don't think I can come after all..."
Me: you. asshole. "Really? Why?"
Hunk: "I just don't think i can afford it right now..."
He proceeded to tell me he has to save his money and couldn't be frivilous, my words not his, i don't think he knows what frivilous means. This was the last straw for me. we had already gone from about 20 people going on this camping trip, down to about 6 now. I had no idea what to say. I, for once, was actually stumped for words.
The thing i hate most about people getting nervous online is they tend to put 'lol' in front of everything. things you wouldn't normally laugh for, let alone out loud. Fallhard does it when hes angry, which annoys me more. why would you laugh when your angry?
More later...
Hunk: "Yeah, i've been thinking about it, and I don't think I can come after all..."
Me: you. asshole. "Really? Why?"
Hunk: "I just don't think i can afford it right now..."
He proceeded to tell me he has to save his money and couldn't be frivilous, my words not his, i don't think he knows what frivilous means. This was the last straw for me. we had already gone from about 20 people going on this camping trip, down to about 6 now. I had no idea what to say. I, for once, was actually stumped for words.
The thing i hate most about people getting nervous online is they tend to put 'lol' in front of everything. things you wouldn't normally laugh for, let alone out loud. Fallhard does it when hes angry, which annoys me more. why would you laugh when your angry?
More later...
Friday, April 20, 2007
How the Unluck came to be...
Now, before you get to far ahead of yourselfs, i'm not about to go into how I was conceived. That'll come later when we get to know each other better. Just kidding.
I am a young Canadian-Irish gal, stuck in a family of crazys. This is the story of my life, and although it may be a little scattered, i'll be sure to let you know when i take trips down memory lane. I've grown up in a nutter household, with a Da (crazy) and a Ma (super crazy) and a younger brother. Both parents have divorced and since remarried, they tried for an annulment but got stopped when the priest pointed out that since having two children, they had most likely consummating the marrige. Divorce it was.
I've grown up with all boys, with a few girlfriends in between. You'll hear about them later, since they are most of the source for my Unluck.
I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoy writing it. I only started this because Fatarse told me my life was too strange to left untold. And so the story begins...
I am a young Canadian-Irish gal, stuck in a family of crazys. This is the story of my life, and although it may be a little scattered, i'll be sure to let you know when i take trips down memory lane. I've grown up in a nutter household, with a Da (crazy) and a Ma (super crazy) and a younger brother. Both parents have divorced and since remarried, they tried for an annulment but got stopped when the priest pointed out that since having two children, they had most likely consummating the marrige. Divorce it was.
I've grown up with all boys, with a few girlfriends in between. You'll hear about them later, since they are most of the source for my Unluck.
I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoy writing it. I only started this because Fatarse told me my life was too strange to left untold. And so the story begins...
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