First Fight Part II

This was definitely the time when I needed to break out "Faking the Funk". I was totally upset and it seemed as if all my doubts and fears from the previous week had been actualized.

I was on my way to Quinci's house. I earlier told her that I was going out with Stacy and his friends for his birthday celebration and I wanted her to come along to even out the male : female ratio. But this time, I told her we were going to have a girl's night out instead; I planned to forget about Stacy and how upset he had made me... if only for the rest of the night. After I called her to let her know I was on my way, Stacy ringed me shortly after. Now, just like any upset girlfriend, the thought of ignoring his call crossed my mind. I considered it for a few moments but decided to answer and see what he wanted.

"Where are you?", He asked.
"I'm on my way to Quinci's", I said.
"Well, turn around and come back. I want us to hang out tonight."
"But I thought you were going to Love..."

He went ahead and explained that he told the boys to go ahead without him and that he rather just go out with me instead.

"Are you sure?" I asked.
I continued to insist he go out. I even offered to drive him and drop him off there to meet his friends. After all, I didn't want him to resentful that because of my bitch fit he wasn't allowed to do what he wanted. The sides had reversed; I didn't want him to be mad at me because I'd ruined his night.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to be with you, I love you", he said.

On my way to his house, I still was amazed that he choose me over the boys. I think that sometimes us girls get used to getting the shorter end of the stick and so, in a way, I was upset at Stacy earlier but I wasn't surprised at his initial decision to go out with his friends. But when he told me he has changed his mind, and he decided to spend his birthday night with me and only me, please believe that I was grinining from ear to ear because I knew, for sure this time, that this boy must really love me.

Cause we all know when a guy's attention is fading, there's little a gal can do to pull him away from the prospects of a guy's night out. Although I argued that he should be with his friends, he choose to be with me.

Later, we went out and had a great night. It felt like we were first dating again: fun and easy going, without the nervousness of when people are getting to know each other.

I've realized that I'm beginning to really settle in this relationship and I've stop panicking when little things don't go the way I'd like them to go. Now, I think I better understand that our relationship is getting stronger and we'll be able to face the bigger issues and problems as they come.

Our First Fight Part I

I was a mess last week. Both Stacy and I were so busy that we hardly got a chance to see each other. The time apart from each other in addition to me pms'ing before my period, I had this distinct and overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. I felt like he was growing apart from me. I saw him only once in over a week, it seemed hard to get him on the phone, and even his texts were short and lack luster. 

Now I hate to admit this, but I found myself depressed at the thought of him growing apart from me... of him breaking up with me. One day last week, I caught up with a old girlfriend of mine and she went into this long winded story of how she and her boyfriend of three years recently split. I had actually went on a date with him before they got together so I felt like I knew him pretty well. He was such a great guy (too young for me) but it seemed like he was so sweet. And suddenly after seemingly 3 years of bliss, he up and quit her... just like that.

So rewinding back to last week... I'm crying about short texts and not seeing him... thinking of things I can do to keep him interested in me... as if there was anything to do to change someone's mind about ending a relationship once they've decided it was over.

Saturday was his birthday and I was so looking forward to seeing him, finally spending time and celebrating his birthday. I was so excited to play the role of "girlfriend" to the birthday boy. I just wanted to shower him with affection (especially since I felt like I needed to somehow justify why he should be with me).  So the whole day, I'm shopping for the perfect gift for him and trying to find a cute outfit to wear that night. He told me that he just planned to go out with his friends and me to a bar...nothing special. A little in the late afternoon he texted me to see if I wanted to go out with him for happy hour, but I was still at the mall. Once I finally got home, I realized I locked myself out the house and had call a locksmith to let me in. Fast forward to 2 hours later, I was dressed and ready to go out with my boo. 

Once I got to his house, all the guys were upstairs and staring at me as if they didn't know why I was there. I ignored them and went to go find Stacy.

"Stacy?" I knocked on his bedroom door.

"Hey you" he smiled at me, "I didn't know you were coming over."

"Yeah, it's your birthday! Of course I was gonna see you."

"Did you get my text?" he asked. I shook my head.

"We're going to Love tonight. I just found out we were going."

Love is a famous nightclub in DC. Not a place you bring your girlfriend to. It'd be like bringing sand to the beach. I understood what he was saying: it was a guy's night out.

I had just realized what he was saying and began to get quite upset. I mean, he had just spent the previous night with his boys and I hasn't seen him in a week. I had just locked myself out of my house and paid nearly $200 for a locksmith because I was in a hurry to find him the perfect gift. And he had the nerve to be putting on his Sunday's best to go out and celebrate his birthday with random nameless chicks instead of me. I was pissed. For sure.

He was leaving, putting on his dress socks and everything. I sat there looking at the floor, not knowing what to say, not wanting to say anything that I would regret and not wanting to show any evidence of hurt feelings. I stared the floor and decided to grab my purse and roll out. One thing I wasn't gonna stand for him was leaving me behind like a lost puppy. I decided that if he was gonna leave me to go out with his friends, I was gonna walk out first. So that's what I did. I walked out. 

"I'll see you later Stacy. Happy Birthday." I told him.

He called after me but I kept walking. I made it up the stairs.

Derrick asked me where I was going and why I seemed upset as I made it to the front door. I made it to the front gate and Stacy called after me from the doorway. I stopped and thought about it. A part of me just wanted to see if he would follow me...and he did. I didn't want to upset him on his birthday so I stopped and turned toward him so that we could talk.

"Why are you so mad, why'd you just storm off like that?"

I explained to him how I had been waiting a whole week to see him only to have him tell me he was going out with his boys... again. I told him about my day and how crazy it had been but I had been looking forward to celebrating his birthday with him for so long. He told me he didn't know I was planning to come over and that when he invited me to happy hour and I declined, he thought that I was busy. At this point, his boys were piling into the car asking him when he was going to be ready to go. I knew they were waiting on him so I told him to go ahead and go, I'd go and hang with Quinci for the night.

"Look, I'll call you tomorrow." he said "I promise."

"Call me tonight when you get home." I said and turned out the front gate.

blog update

So I decided not to finish part two of this story because, quite frankly, it would just be too much. Just trust me when I say this was a drama-filled story.

Moving on...

I'm starting to think about the future of this blog and where it should go. I still want to talk about my daily adventures, rant and raves, but I think I need to add more.

I'm thinking about what else I should add. Any ideas?