….there’s more! Mr. OoT and I have been the same mismatched and ill fitted couple we’ve always been. About a month ago I decided I would just start ‘mirroring’ his communication style and frequency as things were obiously changing since his terrific visit. If he didn’t text me, I didn’t text him. If he didn’t call, I didn’t call. If he didn’t use any terms of endearment, I didn’t either. Just like we were any run of the mill immature teenage couple. Good times. Neither of us enjoyed how that went. Things haven’t been great lately but just because I don’t want you all to get bored with reading the same ridiculous stories of our angsty relationship, I thought I’d add a twist.
What sort of a twist you ask? Well that would be travel, of course! Yes, you read that right! Mr. OoT and I are traveling tomorrow! Not just any old travel either. We’re traveling internationally! WooHoo! It’s a bucket list trip for me and a birthday trip for him. It was planned (and paid for) almost 6 months ago. By me. He’s never traveled internationally before. I have many times. I wanted to be with him when he got his 1st much desired stamp in his passport (he was so disappointed that he didn’t get one when we drove across the border into Mexico. Wa Wa)
Mr. OoT being Mr. OoT (pronounced Know-It-All), he has been debating with me about the importance and structure of going through international customs. I’ve done it at least 3 dozen times. He’s done it …. oh wait, NEVER. Yet he still enjoys correcting me. I so love being corrected when I’m not the one who is wrong. I almost half hope he gets detained so that I can say ‘I told you so’ over my shoulder as I waltz out of the over-seas airport alone and leave his ass in custody.
I won’t, of course, because that’s not who I am. For whatever reason I allow the men in my life (TD anyone?) to treat me like shit and forever forgive them. Mr. OoT doesn’t actually treat me like shit (much) but does aim his intermittent rage filled hissy fits in my direction about every other month. He actually needs to be medicated I think (and not by his beloved psychedelics either) and certainly needs to talk to someone other than me, but he never will. Because he thinks he knows everything. Not ideal.
Ooops, did I forget to mention that he raged at me just the other day? It went on forever and it was especially shitty. When he finally took a breath, I took that opportunity to tell him to fuck off. And he was amazingly righteously indignant that I actually had the nerve to say that. Then he dumped me. Again. And I agreed. And we’re still headed out on a 16 hour travel day tomorrow to enjoy a bucket list trip for me.
Awkward much?! You may want to keep your eyes on the news over the next week to see if one or both of us kill the other ……..
*please note, I am SUPER pissed right now, so have written this knowing that he is NOT a competely bad person. He’s just a bad person for me. And I’m the dumbass for still allowing him to come on this trip with me.