Friday, 11 November 2011

  • Is It Fate?


    Alright guys, I've been dating this guy, CJ, for about two years (off and on). We met during my senior year of high school, working at the same job. Everything was going well, until I graduated high school. The first time we broke up, he broke up with me. The second time, I broke up with him. We haven't been dating (let alone talking) for about 4 1/2 months now. Recently, I've found myself pretty baffled at my situation.

    The first time we broke up, he claimed that we didn't see each other enough. Which, I might add, was very much true. He had just gotten knee surgery and my time was pretty much spent focusing on graduating high school. I didn't have a license due to being busy with work and school, and he didn't have one because he lost it to a DUI. The only time we saw each other was at work or after work on weekends. We break up and about a month passes by, no phone call, no texts. I finally hear from him while I was at work. He decided to call me, knowing my schedule, while I was at work to see if I'd pick up.

    Well, I did. The first words out of my mouth were "what do you want?!" He stated that he missed me and wanted to see how I was. (Note: About an hour before he called me, I had been up on the catwalk upstairs at work looking for one of my tables when something inside me screamed "turn around." There I found his name tag on the ground. I picked it up and kept it with me. He also hadn't been working at the store for over 3 1/2 months). After the phone call, the next time I heard from him was about a month later, the day before his birthday (August 17th).

    I had been up at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center the majority of the day due to a 103.5 fever. After my fever broke and they discharged me from the hospital, my mother and I decided to go to Walmart to shop. He calls me and asks me to come over for his birthday. I told him I'd try. But I never got the chance because my fever had come back. We didn't talk for about 3 more months. 

    Late November came around and I was just ending my first semester at the community college. It was early evening when my phone rang. The caller ID said Clifford God forbid I changed his name in my phone. I picked up and once again said "what do you want." He's like "are you home?" And I'm like "uh yeah, you don't know where I live now though" (I'd moved). He's like, "you don't live on ____ street anymore?" "Nope." I gave him directions to my new house and he stopped by. (I had no idea he'd gotten his license back.)

    I went outside and he gave me the biggest hug. We started talking and everything went back to normal. I was laughing, smiling, and just happy like I used to be when I was with him. He asked me to dinner, I accepted. Early December we were back together. 

    By March however, things went right back to where they once were: crappy. CJ had been drinking heavily and partying a lot. It was St. Patty's day and we decided we were going to head out to a party at our friends Steve and Alli's house. We get there and everything was fine at first, until CJ got blacked out drunk. Him and his former roommate got into a fight and CJ went psychotic. His car had died so he went to the garage and punched out his window right in front of my face.

    I was on the floor bawling my eyes out and steve rushes over to the garage, chokes CJ against the wall and pointed to me and said "Do you see that?! Your girlfriend is on the floor crying because you scared her so badly!" He quickly sobered up after that, begging for my forgiveness. I foolishly decided to forgive him.

    By late July, things had gotten so bad between us, that I'd contemplated on even being with him anymore, no matter how much I loved him. He had been between jobs, living in a tent at his cousins house, and I supplied most of his stuff (tent, bed, food). I'd spent so much money on him (close to 2 grand) over the course of us being together. I couldn't take it anymore so I called it quits. Didn't give him much of an explanation at all and left it at that. 

    September 11th rolls around, I was taking a nap. I wake up some hours later, and I had received a text message from him saying "I want to talk to you about us." He said he was leaving for college (yeah not anymore btw) and wanted to talk. I said okay and once again, gave him the benefit of the doubt. He made every excuse not to see me. Finally, I was coming back into town from my class and I called him. He freaked out at me, I hung up on him. Deciding I wasn't done, I texted him nasty, mean text messages.

    I saw him a couple minutes later buying beer and screamed "go get cirrhosis of the liver and kill yourself." It is now November again and I was staying overtime at work, and my boss is like "I really need you to go stock those fantini rolls before you leave." I was in a rush to leave and finally agreed. I was stocking the rolls in front of the Deli Department and I flipped over one of the trays and it said "Clifford."

    I didn't think anything of it and later on that night guess who calls: CJ. What the hell, right? He asked me to come over to hang out. I did. Everything once again seems fine. I told myself I was over him. But come to find out, I'm really not. This time he's doing better for himself. He has a place to live, he has a full time job again, and he's a manager. I couldn't be more proud. I don't know whether to go back to him or not.

    Advice?

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