Category : Romance and Relationships
Blog 38
A Small, Insignificant Thing
Well, it happened. Something small really, but a tiny bit note-worthy. After several months of not speaking, he calls me last night to "make peace". I'm speaking of course of the person I've dedicated many past blog entries to. The annoying one that does a fantastic impression of a human gnat. We hadn't actually dated/seen each other since April 2006, though you already know about the repeated phone calls from him. My apologies, I don't think I ever wrote about the HUGE blow-up we had when I last spoke to him. I actually made him/ my phone conversation with him "party entertainment" at my last casual house-gathering. I had him so mad that night, he screamed (like a girl), yelled (like a wimp) and cussed (like a sailor) so loud that everyone in my living room could hear every word he was saying to me. To further annoy him, I didn't scream back, I just kept repeating to him calmly (but in the most patronizing manner I could muster) that I didn't understand what in the world he was so mad at. I also revealed (out loud) a few very personal things about him and I even made up a few. But I made sure I said these "personal things" with extreme calm and poise. This, of course, made him even more livid-which was exactly the plan. Anyway, I thought surely, after such a volatile conclusion to our ridiculous cat-and-mouse game, I would never hear from him again. That suited me just fine. I already told you I favor burning a bridge to ashes, rather than keep a little something going (just in case). I was done with him, in every way imaginable. After that night, I didn't have the desire to further "turn the knife", he wasn't worth wasting good energy on. Actually, I'd already decided to forgive him (for being such a d*ck to me when we were together). Staying angry at him would only age me prematurely and I'm hell-bent on looking young until they bury me. Anyway, at about 11P last night, I get a call on my cell, from a number that I didn't recognize. Of course I answered it, even though I'd already laid it down for the night. I irritatingly answer "Hello?" I hear this pathetic little voice on the other end quickly saying, "Chauny, are you asleep?" I recognize his voice instantly. I answer, "What do you think?" He says, "I'm sorry okay, you've never done anything to me and I didn't need to behave like that." I'm thinking DUH!!!! He then starts to ask me dumb stuff about where I'm working now (I've worked for the same company for 10 years) and other completely random stuff. I tell him, "I just want to go to sleep right now." He asks, "Can I call you sometime?" I tell him that's not a good idea, I also tell him I hold no grudges and I just want to go back to sleep. So, I hang up. This morning, at work, bright and early, guess who calls? Yeah, you guessed right. He calls from another number I didn't recognize but I was pretty sure it was him. I answer the phone anyway. He asks, “Are you at work?", I reply, "What do you think?". He goes on to say that he just wanted to make peace with me and he hated the way things ended. I quickly interrupt him to tell him that I didn't want to get back together with him. He replies, "I'm not saying we have to get back together, I'm just wanting to make peace with you." I confirm that I've been at peace and that I hadn't wasted one moment's thought on him until he called last night. I told him that I wasn't mad at him, I just wanted to go on with my life, without him. He gets mad and abruptly replies, "FINE! That's wonderful. BYE!!!". I'm not sure if he hung up before me but as soon as hear the word "bye", I hit the "end" button on my cell phone. Seriously, I'm really kind of sickened by him. His voice actually makes me want to upchuck. When I see pictures of him now, my spit gets thick, as the vomit starts to collect at the back of my throat. GROSS! Why was I ever attracted to him? What in the hell was I thinking? We may never know the answer to those questions. And though you're only reading "my side" of this story, believe me when I tell you that I took GREAT care of this guy when we were together, I took care of him as if he were my husband. I cooked, cleaned, cared for him when he was sick and that's where I think I went wrong. After that type of treatment from me, he mistakenly thought he deserved it. Not so, that's just the type of woman I am. At the end, it boiled down to a simple battle of wills-he lost. Well, that's it, for the most part. Or at least, that's all I feel like writing right now. I'm going through one of my infamous "transitional" periods, so I'm having trouble collecting my thoughts in a cohesive manner (sounds real impressive doesn't it?) Really though, I'm just tired of typing. I'll hit you again in March. Hugs & Kisses.
Posted : 2007-02-28 09:34:00 AM Created : 2007-02-28 10:01:00 AM Visible to : Public
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