He answered quickly which was unusual for him the last few weeks. I knew right then something was wrong and once again he needed me to save him in one way or another. When he said hello my response was simple, "Okay, what trouble did you get yourself into now?" "Aprel, I need you to call me an uber to come home." I didn't understand until he proceeded to tell me that his flame had left him outside an apartment for lord knows how long while she was inside doing god knows what. He said he left her there and drove to a Circle K to have me uber him home, leaving her keys under the seat and texting her the info. I should have known. She must have disrespected him by leaving him in the car and disrespect is one thing that is a big no-no for him. Even though it's okay for him to do it to others. It being done to him is a total deal-breaker. Me, being the sap that I am and loving him for what I don't know, I asked him which Circle K he was at and sent him an Uber. I still didn't know what I was going to say to him or what to even do.
He made the choice to pack all his shit this time and leave me, why should I make it so easy for him to come back? And he still couldn't admit to me that he had slept with her. I hate it when he insults my intelligence, which seems to be quite often nowadays. When he arrived home he had all his things except for a few odds and ends he had forgotten. I sat in my room waiting to see how long it would take him to come in and say something to me. I could hear the back door open and close several times making trips to retrieve his things. I didn't know why but I was nervous for some reason. This was the man that I had shared my home, my heart, my soul and my bed with for the last four years. So why did I feel like I was meeting him for the first time? And then it hit me. The man that I had shared all those things with had left me a long time ago. I had no idea who this man was that I had let hurt me the last two years. He was a total stranger to me now in every way possible. As this ran through my mind he appeared around the corner and walked in the room. I looked at him and his eyes were ones I had only seen once, recently, about a month ago when he had beaten me up the last time and posed for his mugshot. They were sad and empty, but most of all they revealed how lost he was. Those eyes had made me cry feeling so bad for him the last time. But this time I had to stay strong and try not to crumble. I knew if I showed weakness he would use that to his advantage. And I had nothing to feel bad about. He had made his bed and I refused to let him deflect the blame towards me. He sat down on the bed and just looked at me. I said not a word and waited to hear another sob story. As I expected that's exactly what I got.
He made the choice to pack all his shit this time and leave me, why should I make it so easy for him to come back? And he still couldn't admit to me that he had slept with her. I hate it when he insults my intelligence, which seems to be quite often nowadays. When he arrived home he had all his things except for a few odds and ends he had forgotten. I sat in my room waiting to see how long it would take him to come in and say something to me. I could hear the back door open and close several times making trips to retrieve his things. I didn't know why but I was nervous for some reason. This was the man that I had shared my home, my heart, my soul and my bed with for the last four years. So why did I feel like I was meeting him for the first time? And then it hit me. The man that I had shared all those things with had left me a long time ago. I had no idea who this man was that I had let hurt me the last two years. He was a total stranger to me now in every way possible. As this ran through my mind he appeared around the corner and walked in the room. I looked at him and his eyes were ones I had only seen once, recently, about a month ago when he had beaten me up the last time and posed for his mugshot. They were sad and empty, but most of all they revealed how lost he was. Those eyes had made me cry feeling so bad for him the last time. But this time I had to stay strong and try not to crumble. I knew if I showed weakness he would use that to his advantage. And I had nothing to feel bad about. He had made his bed and I refused to let him deflect the blame towards me. He sat down on the bed and just looked at me. I said not a word and waited to hear another sob story. As I expected that's exactly what I got.