April 5, 2012
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swiftly tied…
Of course, on Tuesday I was too busy to have gone out anyway. We had a dinner planned at work, an Easter dinner. So everyone who worked the later shifts was asked to bring a dish for potluck. I decided to bring chicken salad so I headed into the grocery store after work, purchased 3 rotisserie chickens and the rest of the ingredients to make a huge batch. By 10:30 pm I was stashed the huge container in the fridge, and slipped the candied nuts in my lunch bag.
After I cleaned up the kitchen and showered, I checked my phone. Not a word from D. I checked the social networking site. Not a peep there either. The last text had suggested that we wait until a weekend that we were off to go to the expensive restaurant.
Something clicked, the last loops swiftly tied, and the noose tightened. I typed an unmistakably venomous email, calling him out on it all (with the exception of his lie fest with C and J – no reason to throw them under the bus). In the last paragraph I told him that he would have to call me to clear things up, that I wasn’t a fool, and that I wasn’t going to waste my time on someone who expected so much and wanted to give me nothing but grief in return. I used uppercase and the “f” word a lot. You’ll have to take my word on it. I didn’t want to cut and paste it here.
Surely I will never hear from him again.
I tell J about it in a text yesterday. He tells me that D will call sooner or later, “He’s not done. He’s never done with you.” I tell J that I’m done with D. I’m better off alone. J has no answer for that.
The chicken salad is a big hit. In fact, all the food is great. We’re still working so we eat in shifts, then I head out to pick up the kids. My weekends will be different now. I’ll have the kids sometimes, those will be the easy weekends. Then there will be weekends when I’m alone.
I’m not looking forward to the loneliness, but it’s better than being with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me.
