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i know a bunch of you are also 8am warriors, but this blows particularly hard for me because i usually close (4-midnight) so now i'm all fucked up. at least it's a holiday so i'll be getting time and a half.
so last night joey and i stayed up playing tetris and beautiful katamari. upon bedtime he realizes that he's missed a few text messages. he reads them only to find they're from an anonymous texter calling him "pussy-whipped" and telling him to pull his head out of that "beat up ass" and realize who his friends are.
now, if anyone knows us, they know he's far from pussy-whipped. i don't care who he hangs out with or where he goes because i trust him. we hang out with his friends all the time, and he goes out with them often without me. to say he's pussy-whipped is pretty far off the mark. devoted? yes, whipped? not hardly.
upon further investigation we find that these text were sent by my very first serious boyfriend. we dated from when i was 12 to when i was a little over 13. he was 17. that should have been my first clue something was amiss. he stalked me from 13 - 21, despite 3 different restraining orders moving out of town, changing my phone number several times. he beat me horrendously several times, did unspeakable things to me, threatened my entire family (including a threat to skin my cats and hang them in my window) and a whole host of other goodies. he's also one of joey's childhood friends older brother. we hid our relationship as best we could for fear of him finding me (yes, its that bad) but he found out, said "hey, it's cool man, that was years ago" and thought that was that. apparently not. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't a bit freaked out, and a little scared.
so yeah, guess i get to return to that wonderful life of constantly looking over my shoulder. how wonderful. i'm getting pepper spray today.
so last night joey and i stayed up playing tetris and beautiful katamari. upon bedtime he realizes that he's missed a few text messages. he reads them only to find they're from an anonymous texter calling him "pussy-whipped" and telling him to pull his head out of that "beat up ass" and realize who his friends are.
now, if anyone knows us, they know he's far from pussy-whipped. i don't care who he hangs out with or where he goes because i trust him. we hang out with his friends all the time, and he goes out with them often without me. to say he's pussy-whipped is pretty far off the mark. devoted? yes, whipped? not hardly.
upon further investigation we find that these text were sent by my very first serious boyfriend. we dated from when i was 12 to when i was a little over 13. he was 17. that should have been my first clue something was amiss. he stalked me from 13 - 21, despite 3 different restraining orders moving out of town, changing my phone number several times. he beat me horrendously several times, did unspeakable things to me, threatened my entire family (including a threat to skin my cats and hang them in my window) and a whole host of other goodies. he's also one of joey's childhood friends older brother. we hid our relationship as best we could for fear of him finding me (yes, its that bad) but he found out, said "hey, it's cool man, that was years ago" and thought that was that. apparently not. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't a bit freaked out, and a little scared.
so yeah, guess i get to return to that wonderful life of constantly looking over my shoulder. how wonderful. i'm getting pepper spray today.