vegas was good, but i was tired of the group dynamic.
it seems that my relationship with ch always circles around the number three. in other words, there are always threes which are quite annoying which seem to follow our relationship around. sil has always been the 3 in our relationship, (even tho i'm convinced that she believes she is the 2 or, better yet, the 1), and it seems that ch's other single guy friends now think they're the three.
we had gone down there with ross to vegas. what irritated me about it was that initially we bought his ticket because we got a deal on xmas day. instead of asking ch what he owed on that right away, he waited till 3 months to ask...ME. how in the hell would i know that, considering it wasnt my fucking credit card? and while he was asking me that, he was fucking en route to vegas in april with ch. i had told him i had no idea how much he owed because it wasnt my credit card taking the hit, yet he failed to ask ch himself...expecting me to do the research for him. fuck that.
before they went to vegas in april, i got oodles of texts from him asking me to go. oodles. they went on and on until i finally said NO, that i needed MY ALONE time. that shut him up temporarily, but while they were there, he fucking wouldnt stop texting me their itineraries. daily. fuck, buddy, i need a break from ch, not his day to minute goings on. leave me the fuck alone.
so then he went on a cruise and while he was gone, he kept texting me. then he asked me to set up his nexus appointment for him. i did it, but then got mad that i'm doing things for someone who really should get a gf to do it, rather than his friend's wife. then he asked that i book his gtf hotel room...yes, ok, i was booking ours and terri and kelly's but still. and of course we drove his ass to gtf. didnt see him once offer to pay for gas, incidentally. all the way there, he kept asking me what time the flight was, or whether i'd bought a wedding card for jon and jenn, or whether the hotel would allow us to park there while we were in LAS, questions that he himself was very capeable of answering or handling...have i suddenly become a travel agent? his personal assistant? his wife? fuck. oh, i failed to mention that he texted me all saturday the day before we left, asking me the same questions, to which i silently grumbled the same mutterings.
in vegas it was a constant shit show of texts to me every fucking morning. ch sleeps in till 4 damn near every day in vegas, so ross was bored stiff and knew i'd be up. well, for a 40-something man who is single and for the most part living alone, you'd think he'd be able to fend for himself most mornings, rather than expecting entertainment. not so. daily texts. then came the night at freemont street where the boys went off to gamble, and ross stepped on our heels all night as terri and i wandered the strip. he even followed us into the bathroom at one point. walking down the sidewalk was another issue...ross is not a small person and tends to take up space, which isnt his fault. i get that, but i dont like being edged off a sidewalk because he is either forcing his way in between me and my husband or fucking walking on my heels. i'm going to bluntly say that i fucking HATE having my feet stepped on, even if it is an accident. it's the one thing i hated the most about our clubbing days which would send me through the roof and basically end a night. one inadvertent drunken toe step and i was angry, yelling, and wanting to stomp home sans shoes. my heels were stepped on every time we walked the strip, unless i stopped and let ross walk beside terri or my fucking husband.
honestly, by day three, i was tired of his shit. i stopped answering his texts, begged terri not to include him. ross has no manners either. eating was a whole new ballgame. if dinners came and ross was served first, he'd be head first down into his plate, slopping food from side to side, long before any of us were served. i could barely watch him as he'd rip into his entrees with bare hands and slop food down his chin and front of his shirt. i had the misfortune of sitting across from him in gtf on the way home and accidentally caught him eating potato soup with the cheese running down his chin and being completely oblivious to it. even kelly commented on it later. meanwhile ch said nothing.
ch turns a blind eye to all this stuff, but i said to him that i'm tired of looking after ch's needs, much less ross's too. i get those kinds of questions and demands from ch...why must i be, do, and go for ross, too? is that an automatic expectation?
really, i'm sick and tired of threes. i dont want to be in a threesome, a tripod, or on a tricycle. i'm making that one crystal clear to ch: if there is to be a threesome in my future, i will refuse to go. i'm sick of that number and want it out of my life for sanity's sake.
Monday, May 31, 2010
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vegas was good, but i was tired of the group dynamic.
it seems that my relationship with ch always circles around the number three. in other words, there are always threes which are quite annoying which seem to follow our relationship around. sil has always been the 3 in our relationship, (even tho i'm convinced that she believes she is the 2 or, better yet, the 1), and it seems that ch's other single guy friends now think they're the three.
we had gone down there with ross to vegas. what irritated me about it was that initially we bought his ticket because we got a deal on xmas day. instead of asking ch what he owed on that right away, he waited till 3 months to ask...ME. how in the hell would i know that, considering it wasnt my fucking credit card? and while he was asking me that, he was fucking en route to vegas in april with ch. i had told him i had no idea how much he owed because it wasnt my credit card taking the hit, yet he failed to ask ch himself...expecting me to do the research for him. fuck that.
before they went to vegas in april, i got oodles of texts from him asking me to go. oodles. they went on and on until i finally said NO, that i needed MY ALONE time. that shut him up temporarily, but while they were there, he fucking wouldnt stop texting me their itineraries. daily. fuck, buddy, i need a break from ch, not his day to minute goings on. leave me the fuck alone.
so then he went on a cruise and while he was gone, he kept texting me. then he asked me to set up his nexus appointment for him. i did it, but then got mad that i'm doing things for someone who really should get a gf to do it, rather than his friend's wife. then he asked that i book his gtf hotel room...yes, ok, i was booking ours and terri and kelly's but still. and of course we drove his ass to gtf. didnt see him once offer to pay for gas, incidentally. all the way there, he kept asking me what time the flight was, or whether i'd bought a wedding card for jon and jenn, or whether the hotel would allow us to park there while we were in LAS, questions that he himself was very capeable of answering or handling...have i suddenly become a travel agent? his personal assistant? his wife? fuck. oh, i failed to mention that he texted me all saturday the day before we left, asking me the same questions, to which i silently grumbled the same mutterings.
in vegas it was a constant shit show of texts to me every fucking morning. ch sleeps in till 4 damn near every day in vegas, so ross was bored stiff and knew i'd be up. well, for a 40-something man who is single and for the most part living alone, you'd think he'd be able to fend for himself most mornings, rather than expecting entertainment. not so. daily texts. then came the night at freemont street where the boys went off to gamble, and ross stepped on our heels all night as terri and i wandered the strip. he even followed us into the bathroom at one point. walking down the sidewalk was another issue...ross is not a small person and tends to take up space, which isnt his fault. i get that, but i dont like being edged off a sidewalk because he is either forcing his way in between me and my husband or fucking walking on my heels. i'm going to bluntly say that i fucking HATE having my feet stepped on, even if it is an accident. it's the one thing i hated the most about our clubbing days which would send me through the roof and basically end a night. one inadvertent drunken toe step and i was angry, yelling, and wanting to stomp home sans shoes. my heels were stepped on every time we walked the strip, unless i stopped and let ross walk beside terri or my fucking husband.
honestly, by day three, i was tired of his shit. i stopped answering his texts, begged terri not to include him. ross has no manners either. eating was a whole new ballgame. if dinners came and ross was served first, he'd be head first down into his plate, slopping food from side to side, long before any of us were served. i could barely watch him as he'd rip into his entrees with bare hands and slop food down his chin and front of his shirt. i had the misfortune of sitting across from him in gtf on the way home and accidentally caught him eating potato soup with the cheese running down his chin and being completely oblivious to it. even kelly commented on it later. meanwhile ch said nothing.
ch turns a blind eye to all this stuff, but i said to him that i'm tired of looking after ch's needs, much less ross's too. i get those kinds of questions and demands from ch...why must i be, do, and go for ross, too? is that an automatic expectation?
really, i'm sick and tired of threes. i dont want to be in a threesome, a tripod, or on a tricycle. i'm making that one crystal clear to ch: if there is to be a threesome in my future, i will refuse to go. i'm sick of that number and want it out of my life for sanity's sake.
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