FREEDOM!
So I finally broke up with the girlfriend of almost two years on Friday. I've posted a few times about my relationship in the past, but for those that don't know/remember, the friction in the relationship was based on the fact that she couldn't help but occasionally get drunk, and when she did she would go into full blown homicidal rage mode. I'm talking hours upon hours of her following me around the house raging about crazy shit, spewing below the belt vitriol, and getting borderline violent. Each time she would wake up the next morning with a claim that she can barely remember what she said, cried and apologized profusely, and would swear never to do it again.. Only for it to happen again a month later. I kept holding on as she was truly apologetic, and she wasn't an alcoholic by my accepted definition (someone that drinks frequently), but she just couldn't seem to prevent it from happening for any long term basis. It didn't help that she was super hot, laid back, loved to fuck, and let me smoke weed-- but ultimately I just couldn't fucking deal with the anxiety anymore of not knowing whether she would be coming home drunk from the hairdressers appointment in full blown rage mode. After her last rant six weeks ago or so, I had to issue the final ultimatum that if she got drunk and raged again, the relationship would be over.
So, Friday AM on our way out the door for work she mentioned she had a hairdressers appointment at 7pm, but when I got home from work I had forgotten she had told me, and sent her a text enquiring when she was getting home. Her response was "I have a hairdressers apt, remember?!". I wrote, "totally cool, just forgot" and immediately start thinking of my glorious evening on the couch watching sci-fi and ordering pizza. An hour goes by and I get another txt saying "I can't believe you forgot about my apt", to which I reply "what's the big deal?". No answer. She calls me when she's done at her hairdressers around 9:00 PM, and I can tell she's drunk, as her immediate salutation when I answer the phone is "so, I assume I fucking have to pick you up dinner since you forgot about my hair appointment, what drive-thru do you want!?". I replied "umm, not so sure what you're upset about, there's never been an expectation that you have to feed me, and when you said you were at your hair appointment I just ordered myself dinner, no big deal". "So, did you order ME anything to eat?", she replied. "Uh no, you were at your hair appointment until 9, I assumed you had dinner covered for yourself". *click* goes the phone.. She gets back 30 minutes later and proceeds to keep me up until 3am screaming about nonsensical bullshit and I dump her ass, just like every time she's gone bonkers, except this time I was able to muscle through all the morning tears, apologies, and proclamations of undying love.
I've got two weeks to survive until she moves out and it's already hell. This morning she was talking to my (our?) dog which we bought while we were together, and I had to fight hardcore to keep, and she said "remember who your first mommy was, because your asshole daddy is going to insert some herpes whore as my replacement I'm sure"
Anyways, I'll miss the banging bod and her laid back nature (when not drunk), but god am I looking forward to having my house back to myself again.