DarkSlinky

I think my ex will stop bothering me after today, thank goodness.

So the story begins with a message I received on Saturday from my ex-boyfriend asking if he could pick up the fishing gear he left behind.  I replied saying no, because I was out and wouldn’t be home until the following day.  He asked if I could have it ready Monday, I replied saying no because I’m flat out all week and that I would get everything ready in the following week and contact him then.  He replied telling me that he needed it this week, and to stop being ‘difficult’ and ‘ridiculous’, clearly not realising it’s his fault he failed to contact me earlier, and not mine.

Something you have to understand is that my ex has always had his way growing up, so if he doesn’t get his way he’ll stomp his foot and whinge and whine until he’s satisfied.

I wouldn’t back down.  I continued to say that I simply didn’t have time and he would have to wait. He wouldn’t back down either, so I began to ignore his messages, which gradually became more frequent and abusive.  I was telling the honest truth, too, about being busy all week.  Friday night I was in the city, Saturday I was with family, Saturday night I was at Gavin’s and Sunday I spent the day with Monique and Eevari. I was then meant to be Nanna-sitting full time from Monday to Thursday and then going away with Mum and Dad this Friday to visit family in Bundaberg.

He’s lucky my Nanna told my Mother she didn’t trust me to take care of her and my Mother decided on Sunday to ask one of her friends to stay at our house for the week (another story for me to tell!), because if she hadn’t then I certainly wouldn’t have had the time to be organising things he left behind.  He’s also lucky Gavin was around and knew what to look for.  Gavin found his fishing rods and got them out for me and on Monday I took them to my ex’s friends’ house because I certainly didn’t want him coming to my house after the abusive messages he had been sending me.

This wasn’t the end of the drama, though.  I received a message on Monday afternoon asking if that was it and where was the rest of the stuff, specifically, a tackle box.  I replied saying there was nothing else here, but of course, instead of listening to reason he immediately assumed I was just out for revenge or something.  By this point he had been harassing me from Saturday to Monday and I was really starting to get ticked off.  I called him on Tuesday.

Jayne:  “You must have taken it with you.”
Ex:  “I didn’t take it.”
Jayne:  “Well it’s not here.”
Ex:  “Then where is it??”
Jayne:  “How would I know?  Maybe you left it at your brothers.”
Ex:  “Pretty sure I’d know if I left it there.”

At this point he starts hurling fowl language at me.

Jayne:  “DON’T you speak to me that way!”
Ex:  <Silence, obviously taken aback>
Jayne:  “Come and see for yourself, it’s not here.”
Ex:  “I will then!”
Jayne:  “When can you be here?”
Ex:  “Tomorrow at 5.30, after work.”
Jayne:  “I’ll let you know if I’m free.”
Ex:  <Scowls and hangs up>

I let Gavin know what was going on and he told me he didn’t want me to be here alone with my ex,  so he and his friend would make sure they were here with me.  Having them here made the whole experience a lot easier.  I was really concerned and nervous about the whole thing so having people here to distract me and calm me down was very comforting.

So, this afternoon the three of us set up our computers so we could play the recently released Left 4 Dead 2 while we waited for my ex to arrive. As you know, my internet is speed capped and Gavin’s friend was getting bored while we waited for all of our accounts to sign in, so he decided to fish through the desk he was sitting at.  What should he find but a small, green tackle box.  We all stared, shocked.  After so much drama and so many messages and, on my part, tears, an overly curious friend just happens to stumble across the item at the centre of the drama.  How could it be?

Gavin’s friend sat where he could keep an eye out for my ex, who arrived soon after 5.30pm.  Just so you know, Gavin has a very deep voice.

Ex:  <Knocks on door>
Friend:  “You have a visitor.”
Gavin:  “Come in.”
Ex:  <Hesitates and looks concerned before entering>
Gavin:  “Is this what you were looking for?” (The small, green tackle box).
Ex:  “That’s mine, but the one I’m looking for is bigger.”
Gavin:  “Okay.”

So Gavin politely took my ex outside and helped him look for his bigger tackle box.  I’m so unbelievably happy with the way Gavin handled the situation.    Here he was, faced with his girlfriends’ bitter ex-boyfriend of 4 years and he remained cool and level-headed as well as assertive and protective.  I’m very proud to be able to call him my man.

Gavin’s friend stayed inside with me to keep me company, but I couldn’t stand knowing my ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend were alone together so I went outside too.  My ex made a point of pretending I didn’t even exist, something I expected.  Gavin tells me my ex scowled and swore and sulked while he looked and eventually gave up, saying “I’ve got to get out of here,” before storming off to his car and forgetting the rest of his things in the process.  I ran them out to him, because I am NICE!  Haha.

The impression I got is that he doesn’t have a shred of a soul or the warmth of life left in him.  He’s merely a robot in a cold and purposeless existence, trying to act like a big tough guy by deepening his voice and swearing, but he’s really not fooling anyone but himself.  For those who don’t know, a few years ago he was a conservative Christian, the kind that’s polite and doesn’t use offensive language or you know… smoke or get drunk or anything.  I never thought he would be this way but one thing that’s certain in life is that people will disappoint you.

A part of me is glad that Gavin has had the opportunity to see what I had to put up with for all those years.  Now he can understand why I’m having a difficult time trusting him fully.

Story over!

Yes, my Nanna told my Mother she doesn’t trust me to take care of her.  I’m very hurt and offended, to be honest, but there’s not much anyone can do considering she’s an 89 year old woman.  I don’t know why she thinks I wouldn’t take care of her and it makes me wonder if my family thinks I wouldn’t be able to either.  I’m not sure how to approach or deal with this sort of situation.  It’s possible that she’s just trying to be difficult because she doesn’t want my parents to go away without her.  I know it sounds awful but it’s definitely a possibility.  I haven’t given her any reason not to trust me so it would make sense.  I guess I just have to accept it and move on.

A few other things I realised I’ve failed to mention are firstly, that I got my hair cut a number of weeks ago.  I didn’t get it cut short but I had about 10cm – 12cm taken off and it’s certainly made a difference to how easy my hair is to maintain, haha.  It doesn’t get knotty so easily now, thank goodness.

The other thing I failed to mention is just how romantic Friday night was!

Gavin received an invite +1 to his friends’ dress-up birthday party and asked me if I would like to go with him.  The party was being hosted at a hotel where another friend works so we managed to get a room there ridiculously cheap.  It was a 4 and a half star hotel so it was really fancy.  I dressed up as  a pirate wench and Gavin dressed up as an Egyptian trader.  Such an odd couple.  Next time we get invited to a dress-up party we’re so going as Tarzan and Jane.

Anyway, when everyone had arrived in the hotel lobby we all went up to the entertainment room where the party was being held.  Gavin and I walked in together and the first thing I saw was the view; oh it was breath-taking!  Out of four walls, three of the walls were floor-length windows displaying a stunning panoramic view of Brisbane city.  I spent the entire night admiring the beauty of the city and reflecting on how lucky I am that such a difficult time in my life has resulted in opportunities such as this.

Also, like I said earlier, I’m going to Bundaberg for the weekend with my parents to visit family.  It should be good to get away for a few days, it won’t be particularly exciting.  I’m really hoping to go down to Tweed Heads for a weekend soon as well.

I officially reached 1,500 words.  I think this is my longest post, haha!

Sorry for rambling but ah, well, what are you going to do??

Sweet dreams world!

<3 DarkSlinky.

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