Bye bye D.
I'm going to try and make this short and not ranty as I have to start getting my ass in gear to get the work done that D fucked me out of. So, I will probably not do the long entry I thought out these past few days, then again I might.
Okay, here goes. I will try and be objective when I can.
D asked me Wednesday night if would stay the night at her place and help her pack for this camping experience. I told her I would if it didn't interfere with business, I being stood up three times this week and getting poor because of it, and I think she agreed to take me home whenever I desired. (I know, that's the major mistake here, not driving myself). So, Wednesday evening after I got stood up again I went home with her.
Now, I know a lot about being organized and packing so I wanted to get everything together that we didn't have to shop for that night. She claimed that she had natural insomnia so I took some ephdrine to stay up with her and work. After about an hour, she deicded that she didn't want to work on it any longer, but she assured me that we had very little to do in the morning. She also stated that she wanted to leave Thursday evening to arrive early. I decided that I was probably pushing her, so we went to bed.
Thursday morning arrives and I wake up when the alarm goes off, she wanted to wake up early. When I go in to wake her, she asks to sleep for another hour. I let her. An hour later, she's up and 2-3 hours later we're leaving for the store because while she's trying to assemble her belongings she starts doing other chores in the middle of the main chore. I try to keep her on task but I give up because she's extremely obstinate that, for instance, she can't take any of her other clean clothes up there but instead needs to run three loads of laundry. She's also tied to the idea that her tent needed its seams sealed, even though it was brand new and looked fine.
So, after dicking around the house for a few hours, we left for Meijer's. We spent about 3-4 hours in Meijer's finding everything, partly due to her having to examine EVERYTHING she passed, whether it was needed for the trip or not. By this, I mean I would spot something like matches and ask her to come down that aisle to pick out what kind she wanted and on the way to where I was she would stop and look at three different items she didn't need. I would point out that she didn't need that, but she would keep looking. This slowed us down horribly.
So, eventually, after much frustration on my part, we got out of the grocery store and got back home. I will admit here that I was awfully pissy about wasting my day with her because I realized how much shit I needed to do before the move. I was also feeling the aftereffects of the ephedrine. I wanted to go home because I was sick of trying to work with such a lazy neurotic and, seeing as I was helping of my own free will, I assumed I could go home whenever I needed to.
Well, we got home and she offered to let me check my mail because I hadn't checked it since that morning. I did and I cursed. She came in and I informed her that she cost me a client that day, and with being stood up so much I was a little angry. She walked out and on the third email she came back and asked why I was still on. I told her because my yahoo box had ten emails in it, and I hadn't gotten to checking the business box yet. She decided then that she wanted to take me home. I agreed, but I asked if I could finish the last email. These being work emails, they take a while, and I kept losing my train of thought with her standing right over me so I asked her to leave. I then finished the email and went downstairs in hopes of going home.
I got downstairs and she informed that she wasn't going to take me home after all because that hour would cut into her packing time. She also started berating me for not keeping my promise. I decided that I could pitch in a little more and began to go through the bags we brought in to sort them out. She asked me what I was doing and then said I was too angry to handle her stuff. She ordered me to sit down and wait until she was ready to take me back.
I nearly lost it around here so I decided to take a chance and call Dan. Dan, being the wonderful soul that he is, found her old email in my box and got directions. After talking to him about how ungrateful she was after wasting my ENTIRE day and losing me money that I needed, which she wouldn't understand because she's rich and mooches off of her husband, I calmed down enough to go back inside.
Figuring that she didn't want me to handle any more of her stuff, I grabbed my things and assembled them in the kitchen. I took out my book and sat down at the table, preparing to read until Dan arrived. She came down and I told her nicely that Dan would pick me up so she wouldn't be bothered. Then things got ugly.
Instead of leaving me alone and going about her business, she walked right up to where I was sitting and literally got in my face. She started yelling about how I wasn't following through with my promise, how she was going to pay me this pittance once we were done, how I was abandoning her, how this my entire attitude was bullshit, etc, etc. She then tried to take back the ONE thing she bought me the entire day as a reward for helping her, these oil lamps that were $20 for the set.
Well, I tried explaining things to her nicely and quietly because I generally don't yell until the other person yells first. (It's taken me years to learn how to be so collected). She started escalating and I recognized her behavior for the bullying it really was. I don't react well to being bullied, mostly because I literally fought bullies since kindergarten, and I knew I was due to erupt. I didn't want to get into a physical fight with her, well part of me DID want to give her some black eyes, so I did the only thing I could do to prevent assault charges, I left.
Yup, I grabbed all my shit, told her that I EARNED the oil lamps, and ran out the door. I wasn't going to take any more of her shit because I was helping her, which I didn't even need to agree to in the first place. I knew her victim games already, but I had never seen her get so violently angry. I was a little scared for myself, and I hoped that she wouldn't follow me. I walked out to the end of the subdivision, praying that she didn't call the police like the last lesbians who fucked me over, and waited for Dan. I decided that if she did pursue me to yell at me further, I would start walking up 13 mile and head for telegraph. I knew where I was and I could walk the freeway home if needed, besides I was mad enough to attempt it. She didn't though. I can only assume she didn't care if serial killers picked me up, and I was somewhat glad.
On a good note, Dan and I eventually made it back to my place and finally had the sex I really needed. I did most of the work and the bed ended up half on the floor, but it was fun. I didn't cum, but I loved having him inside of me and being able to ride his cock so hard and fast. That's one of the thing I like about being on top, watching him get off from what I'm doing. I love to do positions that don't do much for me, but really make him moan. I'm quite good, for instance, at pulling out all the way to the tip of his cock and then ramming myself back down on it. It's fun.
Anyway, I'm running late to call the power and cable companies. I also have to change my address, cancel my Y membership, cancel my Food Coop membership, return the last set of books to the Grad, and get a cashier's check. So it's off for the day!
BTW, anyone ever buying a copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves (for my sister), it's a HUGE textbook. I have no idea if I'm going to finish it before I ship it to her. I'm also betting that it will cost more to ship than it did to buy. We'll see.