Never learn

 You know when i get to the point that i'm starting to gush about a man, that man is on his way out.

No i didn't go back and reread any of my entries about Marine Man because i would then have to eat crow.  I went for the joy ride, i let the newness and the good behavior make me think THIS was the guy.

Just let time do its thing, and everything comes out. 

constant whining.  I NEVER expected that from a Marine.  I mean, i thought "they" removed all their emotions during basic training.  Not really, but you know......whining???  Who would have thunk?  And in the SAME instant, try to take a hard line with me about my language.

No my dude.  You are not my father.  If you don't like my spicy mouth when i am heated about what i'm seeing on TV, then you may take your offended ass right out of my home.  I thought it was a cute joke, when he started giving me "the look" if i dropped a perfectly placed F bomb.  But no......he decided he was going to train me.

....................................

um.

Fuck right off.

He was so excited the first time he came to my place.  He was going to fix this, that, the other thing - he was going to paint for me- power wash the deck, blah blah blah.  And i thought "wonderful!" and I got excited about all the things he was saying.

My couch got the big workout.  

With whining.

And bossiness.

And i found myself biting my tongue IN MY HOME to keep peace (yes already) until he made the mistake of starting to hardcore "neg" me.  I told him I didn't find it funny, that i wanted him to stop.  He got his back up, told ME i have no sense of humor he was "just kidding".  Yeah.  No.  Just kid someone else.

And when he started making fun of my apartment - I said "People always tell me how much they love it because its completely me"  He said "yeah, you both need a lot of help".................

NOpe.  I repeated myself that it wasn't funny, that negging is a form of emotional abuse, and that i wasn't going to walk around on eggshells just so he didn't go into his bad mood.  He lost his shit.  Went from funny to NOT funny when it was directed at him.

Again.  a Marine?  seriously?  

I stood my ground and he got big mad.  Then he proceeded to sit on my recliner and ignore me the entire day.  Wouldn't respond to me at all.  

Again.  in MY home.

I'm not an idiot.  I know when a man is on the edge.  And i allowed it, bided my time until he would eventually leave - knowing i would never let him in my home again.

Fuck you SIR.  FUCK FUCK FUCK you.  

And ....i went about my day, worked, cooked, cleaned, and he literally sat there ALL DAY.  

At the end of my 8 hour work day I sat next to him and said "what are we doing here" and He said he was leaving shortly.  

I said "what are you waiting for?"  in genuine curiousity, since he had sat there all damn day.  As soon as i said it i knew i had yet again fucked up.  

Scary?  nah.  Terrifying.  One look.  But i'll say this one more time, so the back of the room can hear it.....I'm not scared of bullys. What are you gonna do? hit me? beat me? kill me?  Not without a fight you aren't.  And I felt real calm. as he yelled at me, standing over me........

oh, buddy.  you are making this so easy.

When they show you who they are, believe them.

All because i told him i didn't like how he was talking to me.

Well NOW he storms around gathering all his belongings that he conveniently disbursed all over my home without asking.  He even got bathroom stuff which i did tell him he could keep at my place. And then he made a big production about putting it all by the door.  I stayed in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning and ignoring him.  He messed with the door, grabbed his stuff and left.  I saw him return to the door and then turn around and go back to his truck to leave.  I went and made sure the door was locked, which it was.  

I called Doug and Jen and told them i was coming over for the weekend, packed my bag, grabbed the roast and brownies I made for him and brought it to Milford.  I was gone within an hour.

He blew my phone up literally all weekend.  ALL weekend.  I turned the sound off and he left me at least 100 texts, many voicemails.....threatening me that he "wanted his stuff".....which i had watched him gather and put into his truck.

He was talking about gifts.  He wanted the puzzle his father gave me to do, and he wanted his sweatshirt......he was being very petty.  I told him i'd mail the puzzle to him and he wasn't getting anything else back from me.  

Blah blah all weekend my phone blew up.  Sometimes i responded in text but mostly i ignored HIM.  I owe him nothing. I helped Jen shop and set up her sons new apartment all day Saturday.  We cancelled plans to get together with the group.

When i arrived home Sunday morning all i wanted was peace.  No more drama in my home.  I lit some incense, said a few "prayers" and made sure he had taken all his things.  I gathered literally everything he ever gave me, and put it in a box, then a garbage bag (weather was wet in the morning) and put it outside on my doorstep.

As he had instructed.  This man thought he was going to get a police escort to get a puzzle and a sweatshirt.  He was completely serious.  

A marine?

I know damn well the police would not get involved unless i had to call them to have him removed from my doorstep........they weren't going to get into the middle of what would have been a civil matter, for which i had all the proof that the items were a gift.  

But did i care about any of these gifts anymore? No.  So after feeling like "fuck him" all weekend, i chose peace.  Thats why i put EVERYTHING together and told him it was ready for his pickup.  

He texted me to throw it all away, and mail him the puzzle.

And i blocked him.  

Goodbye, good riddance.