I am waiting as impatiently as you are, Todd. I don’t know what is coming, though. You do. Congrats.
You know, I honestly don’t know what the fuck to say to you. Gave you some shit? Whatever. At least you fucking know.
You know, I will say this. People don’t do what they say they would do. They say certain things, and they say they would fight for what’s right and whatnot, but it’s just that people don’t. They just don’t.
I don’t know if I told this story on here. Brian 1 and I were separated and still stupidly trying to work things out. We would go to lunch together once a week. This was, of course, while he was looking for a new job because he had called the VP of the company a motherfucker in a board meeting. So things were a little financially questionable. But he was happy. He had been on a good interview.
We had agreed that I wouldn’t take any financial benefits from the divorce. No alimony in exchange for sole custody of the kids. It was a fair trade to me. Until he took joint custody. But at the time, I just wanted the kids, and the rest was noise. Not smart on my part.
Anyways, we had this agreement in place. It’s a damn year of legal physical separation before you can file for divorce in Maryland. So this was all moving parts.
I made a joke. He said how good the interview was and that it was a great salary and benefits package. So what comes out of my fucking mouth?
“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t sign off the alimony quite yet.”
I started laughing, and he grabbed my wrist and slammed it down on the table.
Uh oh. I had just fucked up. Like bad. I was in danger.
It was, of course, the lunch rush at Olive Garden on a fucking Tuesday. The place was packed. We were at a table in the center of the room. So I twisted my wrist out and ran for my fucking car. Because that shit wasn’t going to be good.
He caught up with me before I could get the door open. You know, I’m just trapped up against the car. I took my licks. Nothing was broken or anything. Not the worst he had ever done. Whatever. I should have gone to the cops that day. Very specifically.
Why do I mention this? Because this fucker grabbed me and chased me out of a restaurant in a crowded room. I ran into bright sunshine and a full parking lot. This was visible to everyone. No one helped.
When I told {D} that story, he is actually the one who pointed it out to me that someone should have stopped him. And {D} was all like he would kick someone’s ass if he saw them do that to a woman in public. And the super dumb part is? I believed him when he said it.
That is the story of my fucking life. There is always another man telling me they’ll protect me when they are the ones who will end up hurting me the most.
The best I can hope for is a random stranger to take pity on me and do the right fucking thing. What do you think, Todd? Anyone going to save me? I didn’t think so.
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