Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Taking two steps forward, and four steps back...

The boyfriend contacted me weeks ago and asked for a second chance, proclaiming his love for me and how his online indiscretions were absolutely innocent, and promised to cease the behavior I found so offensive if I would give "us" a second chance.

Throughout our conversations while we were trying to get back together other issues in the relationship came up and we discussed them. His main complaint with me is that I do not call him. Its true. I don't. I do not have a reason for this, but I don't. I also promised to make an effort to call him more often.

Things were going OK, or so I thought. We have tickets to a Yankeee game tomorrow night. We are taking the Prince and his girlfriend. Yesterday I had some stuff going on after work, I had an electrician coming to fix a faulty outlet, I am puppy sitting for a friend so that is two dogs to take care of, not to mention homework with La Petit (who just started HS!) and just the regular day to day things.

I send the BF a text message at around 7. No response. I send another one half an hour later, kidding around, saying "Uh-Oh, are you mad?" No response. Then I figure he must have fallen asleep and sent a message saying goodnight. No response.

10 pm, I receive a text back saying, and this is a direct quote, "Which is good, cuz I'd rather stick needles in my eyes then go to the Yankee Game with your mutant kid" I thought it was a joke, I had no idea what he was talking about. His next message said, "enough is enough, this is ridiculous and we are done... " <Side note.. I just realized as I wrote this, that the texts came in the wrong order, apparently, the text saying enough is enough should have come first, followed by, the whch is good... comment..>

I try to call, he doesn't pick up, this is when I realize he is serious. So he finally responds back that we are done because I thought he was angry and didn't even bother to call. Seriously. So whatever, if you want to break up with me, then go ahead. But to call my kid a mutant? I mean really? How F-ed up is that? A 49 year old man, breaking up with me, via text message, and dragging my children into it and calling them names? Knowing the history I have with my son and how hypersensitive I am about it?

So that was my evening went last night. Now today I have to tell my son and his GF that I won't be meeting them at the game. They have their tickets already, I do not have mine. Now they have to take the train home, as we were going to drive them home with us. The Prince, will be disappointed.

My morning started out waking up at 6 a.m. and finding two giant loads of poop on my bedroom wood floors from the puppy I am watching. Cleaning up the poop really put me behind schedule. Next my allergies are so bad this morning that I could not even manage to put on mascara and I look like the walking death. Get into my car, drop La Petite at school and proceed to spill coffee all over my white slacks. Arrive int he office looking like hell and sneezing and coughing from allergies and my boss suggests perhaps I should go home, you know what with the swine flu thing going on ( I work in education).

All this after getting broken up with, via text message, last night. Really? Is this really still my life?

4 comments:

Ann said...

Just hang in - it is always darkest before the dawn!! You will soon be amazed at what life/fate has waiting around the corner for you....just gotta keep trudging through until then...you are in my prayers!

Syd said...

Kel, from what you've written, it sounds as if you have the answer about a second chance. I believe that this fellow did a favor by showing what his character is like. It seems that his true colors were once again flying. I once heard an Al-Anon speaker say that her problem was she believed what men told her. She learned to believe in herself and her HP rather than what she was told. Good stuff to think about.

vicariousrising said...

Well, you took four steps back, but the good news is that you can still take steps forward again, leaving the unneeded weight of that guy behind you.

And I am with you, no man (or woman) can get away with name-calling a mama's kids. Furthermore, his break-up behavior is a selfish passive-aggressive mind-fuck.

Stick to the easy stuff, like cleaning up piles of doggie poo in your bedroom. It smells better and at least the doggies didn't have any ulterior motives.

Hugs to you, Kel. Keep trudging the road ahead.

Beth said...

so he finally took the costume off... so not worth your time. You deserve better. Good luck!