So, I'll admit it...I do, have a streak of bitchassness, that rears it's double standard having head from time to time. I accept this, and just try to remain aware of it, so that I don't inflict it upon you. whomever you may be.
So here's the tale, I don't know if I even want to admit this, but I want do actual work even less right now, so I'll go ahead and overshare...
so this weekend, I was not snooping...we were unpacking our stuff from moving, and i ran across a framed photo collage of my fiance and his ex. and it had little initial beads glued on it. hold please while i puke. i'm not really the jealous type, but this was disgusting. glued on initials. as in me + u 4ever. the kind of shit you make when you're 22. and goofy. i resent that type of chick because i used to be that chick. in some ways i kinda miss her. the one that could jump into love without reservations. but the older, wiser, cynical me, just will never sit down and glue some letter beads on a picture and say, this is us, i heart u. well, i could, but it would be totally sarcastic. because i can't muster the naivety required to FEEL that way.
and that is the source of the hate. i've progressed to being an actual adult. but sometimes you miss the innocence of being well, innocent.
on another note to his credit, again, he has proved that he is well versed in the ways of the game. when i found the photo, i realized, i must say something to him about this now, otherwise in a fit of bitchassness, i will either
1: throw it out, or
2: go ape shit on him about something trivial, and be so embarrassed about my bitchassness that I never admit to him that my being mad about, oh him forgetting to buy OJ, was REALLY my being mad about the photo, and the fact that her 22 y/o innocence is reflecting my own 30 year old snark back to me. and i don't like it. Much too Dr. Phil, so i decide to cut to the chase...i popped in to his office and ambushed him. i set it in front of him and said, take this to your mom's house.
not get rid of it. it might be sentimental. who am i to say get rid of your memories, but the message was clear - despite you paying for the majority of this house, get that shit out of my house. i know, i was acting like a dog pissing on her territory...oh well. a framed i heart u 4ever photo is verbodden. bearing you two children gives me that right.
and here is where he proves he is not game goofy...without missing a beat, before i could even say some smart ass comment, he said, oh okay. i didn't even remember i had that. but his tell was his little smirk. it flashed on his face. quickly, but i saw it. and it said, ah shit...she found that, and i'm amused that it bothers her. he knew he had it. he only has a FEW boxes of stuff. of COURSE he knew. it's a fucking framed photo montage of the 'good times'.
is it possible to hurt yourself rolling your eyes?
i didn't know i had that...as if.
like him, i'm not game goofy either, but he left me with nothing valid to say. there was no explanation of it for me to respond to. no slip of the tougue, ahh so and so... not one thing my i could take too seriously and twist to suit my needs w/out seeming crazy.
so i left. i was still bothered. but he won, i was silenced.
But not defeated. So, when i came back to check on that thing an hour later, it was gone. that fast. and there was i, robbed of my chance to be just a little bitchass.
as for the fate of the photo? i think it's in his safe. safely out of my line of sight. where i'll only find it upon his death, and in his mind, i'm sure he's like, f-it i'm dead, and even so, even from beyond the grave, i do what i want.
but anyhoo...for the record...
it's
4ever. consider this your bedazzled framed photo.
damn, if i didn't let my own bitchassness get in my way, i would have replaced the letters with my initials and put it back for him to find later...with one additional photo...a photo of me, all fat bellied and pregnant, with baby #1 shaking out his wallet. now that would have been great.
anyhow, time for my sage advice...pause before you act. plan shit out. don't let your bitchassness get in the way of true greatness.