For the first time in recent memory, I can safely say that I love my work life more than my outside life. Mostly this is due to the fact that I really do (and still) love the job. It's also because my pool team who I used to hang out with have mostly disappeared after the collective hissy fit everyone threw at each other at the end of last season. I'm also no longer on the e-mail list since I can't access gmail at work, so I've lost touch with everyone for all intents and purposes.
It's also because things have become difficult yet again with my RNR. Booty calls worked fine for me, and if he was difficult in the morning and about not liking my apartment, I figured hey, his problem.
Last night he drove to the bar (God knows why, since he lives across the street), and parked outside instead of in his garage after returning from Connecticut. As we were leaving after T, B, and I woke him up after he passed out AGAIN, I managed to convince/bully/cajole him into walking his bike to a spot a little over a block away where he wouldn't get a ticket rather than ride it back to his garage. Without a helmet, no less, since he'd left it inside.
I walk with him to where he parks it, and try to pick up the bag he's taking back with him. He fights back to get it, and hits me across the cheek. He instantly apologizes, but I'm going "Fuck, this is now the FOURTH time he's hurt me physically." I grab the bag and stalk off, waiting out of sight a bit down the street for him. We walk back to the bar, I shove the bag at him, and ask where his helmet is. I storm back into the bar, grab his helmet, walk back across the street and practically throw it at him, then turn and leave without another word.
When I walk back in, B, T, and the bartenders ask what happened, since I am obviously pissed off and upset, and I tell them. "He hit me again." The bartender J, who's given me a hand before on other bad nights, pours me a drink, and B and T make sure I'll be ok before they leave for the night. I stay, shoot a couple of games of pool by myself to work off the anger and aggression, then head out myself. How do I let this keep happening?
It's also because things have become difficult yet again with my RNR. Booty calls worked fine for me, and if he was difficult in the morning and about not liking my apartment, I figured hey, his problem.
Last night he drove to the bar (God knows why, since he lives across the street), and parked outside instead of in his garage after returning from Connecticut. As we were leaving after T, B, and I woke him up after he passed out AGAIN, I managed to convince/bully/cajole him into walking his bike to a spot a little over a block away where he wouldn't get a ticket rather than ride it back to his garage. Without a helmet, no less, since he'd left it inside.
I walk with him to where he parks it, and try to pick up the bag he's taking back with him. He fights back to get it, and hits me across the cheek. He instantly apologizes, but I'm going "Fuck, this is now the FOURTH time he's hurt me physically." I grab the bag and stalk off, waiting out of sight a bit down the street for him. We walk back to the bar, I shove the bag at him, and ask where his helmet is. I storm back into the bar, grab his helmet, walk back across the street and practically throw it at him, then turn and leave without another word.
When I walk back in, B, T, and the bartenders ask what happened, since I am obviously pissed off and upset, and I tell them. "He hit me again." The bartender J, who's given me a hand before on other bad nights, pours me a drink, and B and T make sure I'll be ok before they leave for the night. I stay, shoot a couple of games of pool by myself to work off the anger and aggression, then head out myself. How do I let this keep happening?
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