2017 was a rough year. I didn’t really get anything done creatively like I wanted and I was dealing with one of the worst times of my life in September through January. It’s rough because all I really want to do in life is create stuff and let people have fun.
But anyway, as the title suggests, we have a lot to talk about, so let’s get started.
Things were terrible. I had to sell all my film equipment to just make rent. So yeah, it was hard to say the least. I was still living in my apartment in a certain city. But being out of work since October and only working minimum wage after that so I was barely making ends meet. My landlord, who’s a great guy just couldn’t let me stay there anymore. I was months behind on rent and he knew the situation and helped as much as he could. The end of September came and it was time for me to go. I got rid of almost everything I owned to be ready to live in my car (again).
The day came and I had no where to go. This is where… we’ll call her.. Ida comes in. I had know her for close to a decade. Wonderful woman. We had actually had lunch a few weeks ago prior and we talked about life, romance and whatnot. But now she was assisting me in my move.
Like I said, I had no where to go. And she had gotten into town the same day to stay for good and was moving in with her good friend Ken. He was having issues and troubles and stuff and came all the way from across the country, straight uprooting herself to do so.
That’s a good friend in my book.
Anyway, Ken heard that I was in trouble from Ida and he was like, bring him with you. I had my doubts at first. But the property they were going to live on is also where my old friend Tom lived too. So, living with 3 good friends? What could possibly go wrong? Not that I had many other options I really wanted to explore at the moment. This was a chance to go in different directions and not fall into old patterns.
When I got to the house, we had been unpack other stuff for a while but alas it was time to sleep. The house was smaller than me and Ida had thought.
Here’s how it was. There were 2 houses on the property. A big house up front where Tom lived and the three of us crammed into the much smaller rear house. Yeah. We’ll get into that later. That said, I should have asked for specifics but I was just glad I wasn’t on the street.
That night I, I had nowhere to sleep and Ida was like, sleep in my room. Tired me wasn’t quite registering what she was saying, but I was on the floor orf her room and she asked what I was doing? And which side of the bed I wanted. It still didn’t register, and my 2 hours of sleep had me in a confused haze. Then she took her clothes off and I was like… okay… I get now. This doesn’t require anymore detail.
The next morning I went down to get some breakfast, Ken was there and we talked for a bit about movies and stuff. And he told me that I’m pretty much everything he looks for in a boyfriend.
Now let’s stop right there. Take note because I’m sure this comes into play.
But Ida came down soon after and everything was business as always. She was going with Ken to his appointments and whatnot. He would almost act as if he owned her. She was truly not feeling it. And I truly wasn’t feeling it either.
The second night we slept together yet again, and we’re like okay, this is going to be a thing. She was excited, as was I. It was nice, I’m not going lie about it.
But there was trouble a brewing.
Ken confronted me and didn’t want me to sleep with her anymore because of her bad back. I We of course know it was because he was just jealous. Of both the relationship and the fact that I had a lot of her attention. Mostly me listening to her talk. Not a bad thing, I like doing that.
And that night I was on the couch, which was comfortable as hell. I want one of them. But anyway, this is where me and her spent nearly every night night talking about stuff, watching King of the Hill, and frequently drying her tears among other activities. But this first night, my head was in her lap and we were just talking about random things and she stopped me self depreciating humor to ask me why I hate myself.
This conversation of course went to about 4am with her grilling me on all my insecurities and convincing me that I was worthy of love, especially hers. Never in my life had anyone shown me that type of compassion, patience and kindness while listening… actually listening to my problems and giving me real solutions.
These late nights went on for weeks.
But as the days and weeks went by, Ida was crying… a lot because Ken was getting more controlling, starting to lie, and making her feel like she made a huge mistake.
Meanwhile, Tom was in the other house, saw and heard things that were going on… and decided to be passive and ignore it.
I decided it would be the best of I got out of there. But I wasn’t going to just leave her there and have her suffer. So I stayed, just to make sure she stayed all right. And I tried to keep her as happy and positive as possible, getting her out of the house sometimes. When we were out together she smiled a lot, she was happy, so I was happy.
But now things get a little hairy. Ida as I learned was polyamorous (or so she says) I actually did talk to her boyfriend in her old city. He was a chill dude, beard and all that. I’m like okay, I don’t know how long this can truly last. But as long as everyone is happy, so was I.
A couple of weeks later she was holding it together as well as she could, as was I. But I could tell she was at her end. She was crying more, smoking more. But it all came to a head when she went to her sister’s house. I of course went along with my day and was like… I don’t want to hang around with the unstable liar all weekend. So Ida told me to come hang out with her and play with the dog.
So I jumped at that chance, and I spent the night there.
While I was eating breakfast with her, Ken calls me and tells me to get my shit out of the house. That he and Ida don’t want me there. Which is weird to hear when she’s sitting in front of me. She of course was pissed and decided she was leaving too. So we went and got our stuff. And that was that. All the whole way, hearing Ida scream on the phone about how I stole her.
But a day later, I’m at my friends, where I reside now. I was seen Ida about one a week, we’d talk and enjoy each other’s company. But things were a little different. Quite a few times, we were interrupted by her other boyfriend, even when we actually out on a date. Is that a rude thing? I’d say so. But anyway, the weird thing about this one is that I had zero contact with this one. I just knew she would always get texts from him at the worst time and she’d get preoccupied.
And I even planned some things in advance, and of course I get trumped by a much more expensive thing planned by the other boyfriend… on the same day. Naturally this doesn’t make you feel good. But she apologized, said we’ll hang out and stuff for Christmas. There’d be lots of dogs and it’ll be fun. Awesome.
I got her a very heartfelt gift and everything, but there was one problem.
I didn’t hear a word from her.
-Days went by.
A week, two weeks.
I was able to catch her, and told her that we needed to talk, because of course, just ignoring a person you say you love for that long is a little disconcerting. She agreed and said we’d meet next week.
I still haven’t seen her. She never responded to any more of my messages, and took the time to change her profile picture to her and her boyfriend so yeah, that was kinda it for me dawg. Like, just doing something like that to somebody isn’t fixing whatever problem it is. You’re just telling someone to fuck themselves.
It’s just abusive quite frankly. She knew quite well I have a problem with that and I’m sure it was purposeful.
It was really a new emotion for me, heartbreak, I mean true heartbreak. But then again, maybe it’s not new. I felt the same way when my dog died.
This was at the turn of the new year, so it’s taken me a minute to write about it because I wanted to write about it in a positive manner, and I was just upset to levels unknown to myself. Had I written this then, I wouldn’t have had a lot of nice things to say about her. Terrible, vile things. But even if they do deserve it, I’m not going to be the one to dish out anger and insults. I have better things to do.
But all in all I just know this. I NEVER EVER EVER want to make anyone feel the way I felt and honestly still do. Even if it’s not working out, that person deserves basic love and respect.
She even told me, “If we’re going to be rubbing our genitals on each other and shit we need to talk about everything.”
I have so many issues that were actually being dealt with and helped with, including the monster known as abandonment issues.
She looked me dead in the eye and said she’d never leave me.
She said I needed professional help with that and a few other issue.
I sure as fuck do now that’s for sure.
I’m not even so mad about breaking up and all. I’m mad that all that personal growth really feels like a lot of wasted time. And there were betrayals at every turn that really put me in a worse place mentally than when I actually started. That pisses me off.
And I have to go ahead and say, she doesn’t represent those in poly relations. Not by a long shot. The people I know in those relationships are some of the happiest people I know. They put a lot of work into it but reap a ton of great benefits. This is just a perfect example on how those relationships shouldn’t be. I don’t want to be jaded or anything, I’ll just write it off as a bad experience that doesn’t represent that whole.
When it comes to be, in a romantic capacity, I’m a naturer, which shouldn’t be much of a surprise to anyone who knows me (Did you eat breakfast, did you take your medicine, are you feeling okay today). But I just hope they return the favor and make me happy… however
So I tend to be nervous as hell and question every move I make. Simply out of fear. Even if there’s really nothing I have to worry about.
It’s like this, it’s not the sex I’m worry about the most. Granted it was good, quite good, the best part was the thought that something thinks I’m cool enough and worthy enough to love all the time. Someone who’s legit excited to see you every day and can’t stop thinking about you. That’s true love and it’s just the coolest thing to experience. And that’s what I want more than anything.
All I can be glad about is that I’m still alive and have my physical health. Here’s to good women… or those that are at least trying to be good.
Do I harbor any hatred? If there’s any it’s only towards certain individuals who were THERE and saw things happening but just ignored it because it wasn’t effecting them yet.
As for the woman… no, I don’t have any hatred at all. I’m sad that she’s missing out on someone like me. Think about it, anyone who’d stick it out with you through those levels of bullshit is a keeper.
I’m worthy of someone, just a matter of who and when. And it’s okay because it’ll happen when it happens.