So mad I could spit, or scream, or something very out of character for me.

I thought that I finally would get to have a nice quiet relaxing weekend away from my sister and nephew, but it was not meant to be.  I had plans to go visit EB on Friday night and then go to church Sunday morning to have a few words with the new “pastor.”  I had to go to town anyway to pick up my medicine that I had been out of for over a month.  It’s never pretty when I’m off my hormones.  I start getting moody and having hot flashes which border on anxiety attacks. So I promised myself that no matter what I would get my medicine this week, even if it meant not eating for a few days.

So after stopping by the pharmacy Friday evening, I went to EB’s house.  I took my medicine as soon as I got there and thought everything was going to be fine and it was for a while.  For some reason when I’ve been off my hormones for a long time and then start back up on them, I tend to have even worse hot flashes and mood swings.  Don’t worry, you’ll understand more as you read on.

Friday night I was a little tipsy, among other things, and definitely horny.  We had some good sex and I thought all was well again in my little world.

On Saturday we got up and he cooked breakfast, we watched some movies, and talked.  Well, as usual he did most of the talking, but that was ok.  Later we decided to go have dinner at the new chinese buffet.  It’s a really huge one with lots of great stuff.  Anyway, when we were almost done eating I started to feel a massive hot flash coming on.  It was one of those clammy cold sweat ones that makes me dizzy and I just wanted to get outside for some air.  I told EB this, however he wanted to show me something on the sushi part of the buffet.  Even though I told him I needed air he still headed for the sushi bar.  We eventually made it outside and then into the car.  Then he wanted to go to a store and walk around for a bit because he just wasn’t ready to go home.  Normally that would be fine, but considering that I was on the verge of a full-blown hormone-induced anxiety attack, I just wasn’t up for a stroll through Toys-R-Us at that particular moment.  No big deal, he said it was ok and we could just head home.

Again, I thought everything was going to be fine.  After my little episode passed I felt better and was ready to just relax.  We were watching tv and just hanging out.  About 11 pm he started asking me what was up and if there was anyone in my town that I was interested in.  Uh, no.  There’s nothing but rednecks and old men where I live.  That may work for my sister, but they’re not exactly my type.  I told him that there was no one else, but he continued to interrogate me.  Finally he just came out and said that he had noticed that I had an odor down below.  What the hell?  An odor?  Never in my life have I been told that I am anything but sweet and tasty down there!  He didn’t stop there though.  He then said that the only thing that could cause that is having a lot of sex and since he and I hadn’t been together for two weeks, I must be seeing someone else.  My first thought was, “Holy shit.  This guy is a dumbass.”  My second thought was, “This asshole is accusing me of cheating.”  Wow.  The one time that I’ve been completely faithful to someone, I get accused of cheating.  Well, isn’t that special.  So much for trying to be a good girl again.  That completely backfired on me.

I tried to just blow it off and assure him that I had not cheated, but he just wouldn’t drop it.  At that point I was ready to scream and get my stuff and leave, but I really didn’t feel like driving an hour home at midnight.  So I had to listen to him go on and on about it for another couple of hours.  I was so mad that I wouldn’t even sit by him, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to have sex with him anymore.  Even after I had gone to bed and was almost asleep, he came in and I could hear him still mumbling something about it.  I tried to ignore him and just go to sleep.  Eventually he gave up and went back into the living room.

Sunday morning I got up and was going to get ready for church, but I got up late and wasn’t sure I was going to make it.  Just before I left he started up again.  It just went downhill from there.  While I was in the shower he went through my phone and found some old text messages from Manwhore.  He didn’t tell me that at first though.  He was trying to be sneaky about it, but I figured out what he had done and what he was referring to.  I’m not that stupid.

EB had already found out about my going to meet Manwhore after I gave the earrings back and broke up with him.  For some reason he just couldn’t get that go.  Even though we were broken up and nothing actually happened between me and Manwhore that night, he still was obsessing over it.  Again he accused me of cheating and lying to him and adding that I was using him.  Now that’s funny.

So before I completely lost it and blew a gasket or a hole in his crotch, I grabbed my stuff and left.  I believe as I was leaving I said “I have enough problems without you adding to them!”  I know.  It was probably a little over the top, but it was better than my staying there any longer and taking the chance of totally going redheaded-temper-psychobitch-crazy on his skinny white ass.  As I backed up out of his yard I somehow managed to send gravel flying as I screeched away.  That was not planned, but a nice touch I think.

I knew that I could probably still make it to church even if it was just in time for church to let out.  I could still have had a chance to speak to the pastor.  However, being as angry as I was, I didn’t think going in there with both guns blazing would be a good idea.  I wanted to be calm, cool and collected when on that mission.  So I just headed home instead…music blasting the whole way.

Later that evening while at home I spoke to EB on the phone.  I didn’t really want to, but I figured I would let him have his last words.  We just argued more and I cursed and screamed more.  As I turned redder and felt my blood pressure rising he took it a step further.  He said that he had no need for online dating sites because he already had someone else.  Oh really?  This was all I needed to put me over the edge.  I hung up on him.  So all the time he was accusing me of cheating, he was actually the one who was cheating.  Typical diversion method.  I should have guessed it.

As I raise my glass to the end of my relationship with EB, I have to admit that it wasn’t a surprise that it ended, only a surprise in how it ended.

Happy humping!

7 thoughts on “So mad I could spit, or scream, or something very out of character for me.

  1. I am flabbergasted that you even went back to EB..what’s wrong with you girl, you deserve better than a person like that.
    I cannot say more otherwise I shall put my foot in my mouth and say something that I shall regret.
    no no more… i am going….

    • I know. I was trying to give him another chance, but he completely blew it with the other woman thing. I really didn’t think he was that type. Oh well.

      I was thinking last night about how I deserve better. So you’re right about that for sure.

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