(also known as Dating Part 8, continued from Praying that Third Time’s A Charm (A Series of Miseries) Just look at this spin-off series.
I wake up Thursday feeling miserable. I have this issue with “K”, law class, and a keynote to practice for. I have a broken phone, and also, no cute outfit to wear for my keynote.
I prioritize. First, I tell myself that “K” has told me we are going out tomorrow and I won’t have to think about that until tomorrow when my speech ends. Okay great. Next, I go to law class. Done. Then, I go to this person I found on Yelp to get my phone fixed. $75 gone out of my pocket, but I have my phone back. Okay done. Then, I call an Uber and go to Macy’s.
Alright. So that begins the dress shopping issue. Why is it. That. There are not enough choices for petite girls?? I try on dresses for THREE HOURS. And I have an incredibly hard time. The employees are just as exhausted as I am, wanting to go home after a long day. So finally, as I was about to give up. I find a cute little dress!
Okay great. It’s 9:30. So I come back home and begin practicing. But I’m dead tired and still have homework to do, so I finish my homework and go to sleep. I promise myself I will wake up early in the morning and practice my speech.
So I do. I wake up nervous, but excited. I’m making a keynote for goodness sake.
I Facetime with my mom and practice. I snap some pictures to “K”, but he doesn’t respond a lot. So I go to class. In class, my whole cohort is aware I’m making the speech and they let me practice with them and all of them wish me good luck❤
Finally, after class, it is show time. I put on my cute dress, pumps, and perfume.
I look out in the crowd and I panic. So many people. To add even more pressure, the two performances before me get standing ovations.
Fuck. Finally it’s my turn. The organizers hug me and tell me I got this. I think about the mandatory workshops and speech training I went to for this and what a big honor this is.
And I give that speech.
No standing ovation, but hey, I think I did pretty damn good for a girl with ADHD and anxiety. And I did get lots of applause and compliments.
All I want to do now is lay in K’s arms.
But it is 9:00. And I have no word from K.
I call him. It goes to voicemail.
What the fuck. Finally, I get a call from him. 30 minutes later.
“Hey….” he begins.
“Hey what’s going on?” I ask.
“I’m so sorry. I had to do something for my dad. Are you mad?” he says.
“Oh. Um. No. I’m not mad. Can you still come and see me?” I ask.
“I mean yea but it will be like 1:00 by the time I get around there and it’s raining” he says.
He’s right. It is pouring like crazy. It’s not a good night to go out anyway.
“I see. Um okay. Well this is really complicated” I say.
He laughs. “You know how busy I am. You knew what you were getting into” he says.
I don’t believe this. No I didn’t! He never warned me about this before we began dating, i was me that warned him saying that dating me is “like walking on eggshells”. But he didn’t care. No wonder because he is the one messing up, not me.
I roll my eyes. “Do you just want to do tomorrow then?” I ask.
“Yea. We can do lunch and nap afterwords!” he says as if he was hoping for me to suggest it.
I laugh. “Yea that sounds good”.
“Shahz…I’m going to Cancun next week” he says.
“Uh huh yea you told me. About all those women you’ll be around. I’m not nervous” I say unsure why he’s bringing it up again.
“You’re not?” he asks. What the fuck. Why is he asking this again? This is the same guy that said “I don’t think I’ll ever be with someone as good as you. I want to be with you” a week ago.
“No…should I be?” I ask.
“You really need to hold your liquor. God Wednesday night” he says changing the subject.
Goodness. He ignores my question and says that. I am so confused. Is he mad at me? MISERY #4.
We continue talking, confirm the plan, and say goodnight. I’m not in the best mood anyway because of my speech and all the rain, but I am a little disappointed. I take off my heels and dress.
I wake up the next morning excited. Still raining but oh well. I shower and get dressed. The clock strikes the time he is supposed to be here and I receive a text. Not an “I’m here text” but a “Hey babe! Can we reschedule to 9”? text. MISERY #5.
Okay like I know he’s busy.
So I change out of my dress and go work out. I try to do some homework. I take my own nap.
And I begin getting ready again. I’m all dolled up by 8:30. And I wait. And I wait. I send him a snap. When he doesn’t open that and it is 10:00, I call him, it goes to voicemail.
You have got to be kidding me. 2 strikes. MISERY #6.
So I order a pizza and watch The Good Wife and go to bed. On Sunday, the last day of my weekend, I wake up to no explanation from him.
I hope that he will send me a long apology text and show up at my doorstep like he did the last time he had two strikes.
But my intuition tells me that won’t happen.
When he continues not to say a word and it begins distracting me, I send him a text.
My phone blows up with three messages an hour later.
“I messed up”.
“Mental breakdowns on repeat”.
Ah and there it is. He could have just told me. Does he know what’s like to sit in your outfit, makeup, and heels waiting 3 times in a row? But I’ve had these breakdowns before and know what it’s like. You don’t want to talk to anyone during this time.
So I tell him,”It’s okay. Take your time love.”
Even though. Something. Is. Definitely. Not. Okay. Here.
That is our last bit of communication. We don’t talk after that or anything today. I have a feeling we won’t talk for a while.
And so now begins the trials of love.
Can I really do this?
Do I really want to do this?