The jerk is gone, but the teddy bear remains
A couple of years ago I got a very soft teddy bear as a birthday present from my boyfriend. It says "Our first Valentine" on a heart he holds between his hands. This is the same night that not only would he not take me where I wanted to eat, when we drove around for 2 hours as he complained that all the restaurants in Jackson had waiting times, my blood sugar was going really low, and he wouldn't even stop and let me buy a soda or something to help.
When we finally got to a place he wanted to eat at, it was about 8:30 and of course, the waiting time was a lot shorter. He acted so freaking triumphant because that was where he wanted to eat anyway. (I can't believe he even asked me where I wanted to go - I'd said Olive Garden, but he barely entertained the notion. I guess asking was just a formality.)
He proceeded to order drinks for both of us (Amaretto Sours) and then an appetizer, and then this really expensive steak for himself. I don't remember what I ordered, but I decided to just get what I wanted and not worry about what he'd say. My dinner was a lot less expensive than his, anyway.
When he got the check, he had the nerve to start complaining about how much our dinner had cost him. I was getting a little bit embarrassed at this point. He made some offhand remark about not taking me to expensive restaurants on my birthday again.
Let's review:
He overrode my choice of a much less expensive restaurant in favor his.
He ordered everything except my entree, and I was allowed to order that for myself.
Well, at that point I mentally agreed that he wouldn't be taking me to any expensive restaurants again. In fact, I had no intention of being in his life by the time my next birthday came around. :)
When I came home from work yesterday, there the teddy bear was, looking very inviting for a cuddle. I was feeling pretty lost, so I put my arms around him and lay down on my bed. There's a huge air compressor in the living room (right next to my bedroom) that kept starting up and going off because they were up in the attic power-nailing some supports.
Even with all that noise going on, I managed to fall asleep and I didn't wake up for a few hours.
Still had the bear in my arms. He hadn't run off and left me, and he wasn't complaining about anything. He was just being soft and cuddly for me.
When we finally got to a place he wanted to eat at, it was about 8:30 and of course, the waiting time was a lot shorter. He acted so freaking triumphant because that was where he wanted to eat anyway. (I can't believe he even asked me where I wanted to go - I'd said Olive Garden, but he barely entertained the notion. I guess asking was just a formality.)
He proceeded to order drinks for both of us (Amaretto Sours) and then an appetizer, and then this really expensive steak for himself. I don't remember what I ordered, but I decided to just get what I wanted and not worry about what he'd say. My dinner was a lot less expensive than his, anyway.
When he got the check, he had the nerve to start complaining about how much our dinner had cost him. I was getting a little bit embarrassed at this point. He made some offhand remark about not taking me to expensive restaurants on my birthday again.
Let's review:
He overrode my choice of a much less expensive restaurant in favor his.
He ordered everything except my entree, and I was allowed to order that for myself.
Well, at that point I mentally agreed that he wouldn't be taking me to any expensive restaurants again. In fact, I had no intention of being in his life by the time my next birthday came around. :)
When I came home from work yesterday, there the teddy bear was, looking very inviting for a cuddle. I was feeling pretty lost, so I put my arms around him and lay down on my bed. There's a huge air compressor in the living room (right next to my bedroom) that kept starting up and going off because they were up in the attic power-nailing some supports.
Even with all that noise going on, I managed to fall asleep and I didn't wake up for a few hours.
Still had the bear in my arms. He hadn't run off and left me, and he wasn't complaining about anything. He was just being soft and cuddly for me.
posted by Me at 11:18 PM
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