NOT-SO-WHISPER WEDNESDAY: The Girl Who Left on Weekends
Hello all! Since we all know by now that I LOVE talking about myself, this week’s episode is naturally one of my many experiences in the dating world with a certain ex.
Since the eighth grade, when my parents unfortunately found out about my orientation from a crazy possessive mother, I have not been able to sleep outside of my house. (This of course ended abruptly when I got past winter break of my senior year, and my mom decided that having me sleep over my girlfriend’s house was less cumbersome than having me around). And my most unfortunate/recent ex girlfriend could not stand the fact that I could not sleep anywhere that she slept from Friday to Sunday every weekend of my junior year. So every Friday night at around 5pm she would text me demanding that I sleep at some upstanding citizen’s house with her, and of course my mother was NOT having it. (It doesn’t help that my family strongly disliked this young woman). Naturally when I said that I could not attend the super cool party that she was going to, she would announce that we needed to go on a break. This was obviously the best way to approach the problem of no sleepovers. She did this every weekend for the first two months of our relationship.
Now I know what you’re all thinking right now, “why the hell would you stay with such an awful person?!” I’ll tell you why. I stayed because every Saturday when she would go out and do her thing, she’d get extremely drunk. And when she would get extremely drunk she would call me at a ridiculous hour with a sob story about how much she wished I were there. Those were my favorite moments. Not because I really loved her, and hearing those words made me feel all warm and fuzzy, but because I would get such a kick out of those moments of weakness in her. I stayed with her for three years, and eventually she stopped leaving on weekends. Instead she would leave on weekdays, holidays, or birthdays. When I think about this particular ex, I really cannot explain why I stuck with her for so long, but without her I would not be where I am or with the girl that I love.
If any of you have a story of a douchey ex, feel free to e-mail NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.
Until next week: peace, love, and cherry-bombs. Reminder: No glove, No love. And please for the love of God, get yourselves tested.
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