Drama and more drama
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My Mom likes to remind me from time to time that I can move back home (with here and now my brother too) and save money. She tells me that I don�t have to pay rent. When I formalize that in my head, it looks a little something like this: Live at home for free=Mom has complete control over me=Me very, very unhappy. Some may think that living at home would not be so bad. But I have lived at home with my Mom as an adult. I love her dearly. But us living together is bad for business. We do well seeing each other during the weekends and talking on the phone from work 3-4 times a week. I seriously considered going to live at home for a while. The roomies got into a BIG ASS argument�no make that a fight this weekend. There were lots of threats and some very hurtful things coming from both of there mouths. I guess the arguing had been gong on most of the day. It continued around 2:30am when Joe Boxer (JB) decided to bring his ass home. The fighting ended around 5:00am. Most of the time while the fighting was going on, I stayed in my room with the door closed, irritated as hell that I had to listen to this nonsense. I came out of my room once to encourage the two of them to go there separate ways until morning when they had both calmed down. It didn�t work. Eventually, Stac asked JB to leave. He refused, seeing as how he had nowhere to go and no car to get him there, he was kinda stuck. Apparently Stac tossed JB�s jacket into the living room and told him to leave. What I heard next was:
That scared Stac just as much as it scared me. JB has a very, very bad temper (there is proof of his ugly temper on the closet door, easily recognized by the hole). Stac then threaten to call the police. I stood on the other side of my bedroom door wondering should I come back out of my room. Scared because I didn�t want to be in the middle. Also scared because I knew JB was in Stac's face contemplating whether or not he should hit her. JB hovering over her scared her enough to call the police. But didn't scare her enough to talk to them. She dialed 911 and hung up. When they called back she didn�t answer the phone. JB knew if he didn�t leave, it was likely he would end up in trouble with the police. Let�s face it, he is a black man, with a bad temper, who threaten to do harm to his girlfriend. Any way you look at it, it's TROUBLE! More arguing continued, now about the phone call to the police. Finally JB called his friend to come get him. 25 minutes later, JB leaves with a duffle bag and his friend. After the police did there walk thru to make sure that JB was not hiding in a closet or something, and verifying that Stac and I were ok, they left. Stac and I talked about what happened. She did a lot of crying on my shoulder. Then we went to bed. JB never did come back Sunday. So far he has not come home today either. After this weekends events, I am seriously considering finding somewhere else to live. I am sick of the commute that I have to and from work and I don�t want to be woken up again out of my sleep because I hear JB putting his fist thru a wall or Stac. There emotional drama is a bit much for me. When everything is good between them there is not a problem. But it�s those drama filled nights that stand out to me. That�s all the rants and raves for today. Tomorrow is my 25th birthday. |
4:44 p.m. || October 04, 2004 |
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