Making a lifestyle out of being a flip flop...
I'm sure its not a conscious decision to be a flip flop but at some point you have to realize that is all you are, right?
You'd think my X would see that he has been pulling the same shit for a year thus he cannot be taken more seriously than a pair of beach shoes.
A cheap pair at that. & I am no longer surprised by any of his antics.
Sadly, I have come to expect it.
So when I left off in August -- we cut the cord and weren't speaking. That lasted 24 hours. He emails me saying, "Elle, I am here if you ever need me....I mean it."
I respond -- FURIOUS.
Here for me? Give me a BREAK YOU CLOWN. If you were "here for me" you wouldn't be playing the same games -- you don't get the solace of "being there when I need you" if you can't be consistent.
JUST NO.
So anyways, I can't even accurately recall what got me to let him back in...I think it was that I decided to book a flight back to SoCal to visit my baby cousin for her birthday and our trips aligned perfectly for the first time ever.
OH and his mother decided to make an impromptu trip East to visit....She never visits so it was quite suspect...I told myself, hold on and hopefully meet the mom. If she just met me, I could thaw this ice block.
He put up all of our photos, all the cards I've given etc. Just to try and prove that this is his life and heres proof that I am a good, loving gal.
She tells him she came to talk him out of me - that is her purpose in visiting. Proceeds to try and rip me apart at every seam. His brother stalked my instagram which was open (I have nothing to hide) and went on this crazy witch hunt over every single photo I have posted. His mom called me a whore, slut, scam artist, manipulator, gold digger, etc. Glad to see that my instagram conveyed that....Funny how I post 90% cat photos - but hey, whatever. Clearly no one is paying attention to those.
She agrees to meet me then rescinds. Throws a fit and says if I show up, she will cab to the airport and leave and tell the family even more crazy shit.
These people are just thriving in their self imposed misery. Clearly they just want to control him. This is disgusting. Long story short - we didn't meet, she left and a few days later off to Cali I go.
Fast forward -- we decide to introduce each other to our extended families. After 15 months, its about damn time, right?
SO first up. I meet his uncle and cousin in Burbank.
I am happy to report that they were fantastic, so nice and approved of me completely. What a strong start. I felt great and hopeful, FINALLLLYYY some reassurance these people aren't all lunatics. I can hang with this!!!
Next day....
I go to the gym and return to a text saying, "my uncle and aunt now refuse to meet you because they don't want to get my parents upset...."
These are grown ass adults -- seriously?!
Well, I have to drive up there to pick him up so I guess I'm just going to drive 1.5hours to the Valley (which is a disgusting place, FYI) and won't meet them...coooooool.
I arrive.
I call him and let him know I am outside but I have to pee due to drinking way too much water post workout and ask if I can run in. (You know how it is when you're stuck on a highway and just want to get off and pee ASAP but you have a fear of public restrooms so you just keep waiting for your destination?)
So he tells them, "She has to use the restroom, ok?"
I hear in the background them saying "no. no, no!"
He says, "this is bullshit -- come in Elle."
So I run inside and pee. I walk out, he is grabbing his bags (I'm like dude, lets HUSTLE - THIS IS FUCKING AWKWARD) and his uncle and cousin walk out of the kitchen. (I guess his aunt went into hiding?)
Uncle says... "So I heard you had to use the restroom...."
Me: (in my head, well duh...I wasn't looking for a reason to come in where I am blatantly unwanted) "Yes, sorry I drank 3 liters of water on the way up here...."
Uncle: "Well it is nice to meet you. Have fun in Orange County."
Me: "Thanks, pleasure to meet you too."
We leave.
How fucking close minded? This cannot be real life. I am not some piece of trash who has been married 4x and has 12 kids. WTFFFFFFFFF.
(Sorry for all the cursing, it makes my blood boil that my X has family this shitty...)
The next part is where things get reaaaaaalllllyyyyy interesting.
We are off to starbucks to meet his cousin G for coffee.
He hasn't told me much about her beside the fact that she is related to his moms side and lived with them for awhile....
and she is an opera singer?
So she shows up. A bitttttt rough around the edges and to avoid offending people - I will leave it at that...
First thing -- "tell me about yourself Elle..."
Welcome to the interview process, damn.
I tell her the basics and say if I didn't cover something, feel free to ask. I have nothing to hide. Oh and I am a Christian, let's just get that out there. (since apparently religion is where all of this racism stems from)
In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have predicted what the next 1.5 hours in Grenada Hills, CA had in store for me....
Stay tuned for some blatant racist shit and the breaking point for me and my X.
Elle
I'm sure its not a conscious decision to be a flip flop but at some point you have to realize that is all you are, right?
You'd think my X would see that he has been pulling the same shit for a year thus he cannot be taken more seriously than a pair of beach shoes.
A cheap pair at that. & I am no longer surprised by any of his antics.
Sadly, I have come to expect it.
So when I left off in August -- we cut the cord and weren't speaking. That lasted 24 hours. He emails me saying, "Elle, I am here if you ever need me....I mean it."
I respond -- FURIOUS.
Here for me? Give me a BREAK YOU CLOWN. If you were "here for me" you wouldn't be playing the same games -- you don't get the solace of "being there when I need you" if you can't be consistent.
JUST NO.
So anyways, I can't even accurately recall what got me to let him back in...I think it was that I decided to book a flight back to SoCal to visit my baby cousin for her birthday and our trips aligned perfectly for the first time ever.
OH and his mother decided to make an impromptu trip East to visit....She never visits so it was quite suspect...I told myself, hold on and hopefully meet the mom. If she just met me, I could thaw this ice block.
He put up all of our photos, all the cards I've given etc. Just to try and prove that this is his life and heres proof that I am a good, loving gal.
She tells him she came to talk him out of me - that is her purpose in visiting. Proceeds to try and rip me apart at every seam. His brother stalked my instagram which was open (I have nothing to hide) and went on this crazy witch hunt over every single photo I have posted. His mom called me a whore, slut, scam artist, manipulator, gold digger, etc. Glad to see that my instagram conveyed that....Funny how I post 90% cat photos - but hey, whatever. Clearly no one is paying attention to those.
She agrees to meet me then rescinds. Throws a fit and says if I show up, she will cab to the airport and leave and tell the family even more crazy shit.
These people are just thriving in their self imposed misery. Clearly they just want to control him. This is disgusting. Long story short - we didn't meet, she left and a few days later off to Cali I go.
Fast forward -- we decide to introduce each other to our extended families. After 15 months, its about damn time, right?
SO first up. I meet his uncle and cousin in Burbank.
I am happy to report that they were fantastic, so nice and approved of me completely. What a strong start. I felt great and hopeful, FINALLLLYYY some reassurance these people aren't all lunatics. I can hang with this!!!
Next day....
I go to the gym and return to a text saying, "my uncle and aunt now refuse to meet you because they don't want to get my parents upset...."
These are grown ass adults -- seriously?!
Well, I have to drive up there to pick him up so I guess I'm just going to drive 1.5hours to the Valley (which is a disgusting place, FYI) and won't meet them...coooooool.
I arrive.
I call him and let him know I am outside but I have to pee due to drinking way too much water post workout and ask if I can run in. (You know how it is when you're stuck on a highway and just want to get off and pee ASAP but you have a fear of public restrooms so you just keep waiting for your destination?)
So he tells them, "She has to use the restroom, ok?"
I hear in the background them saying "no. no, no!"
He says, "this is bullshit -- come in Elle."
So I run inside and pee. I walk out, he is grabbing his bags (I'm like dude, lets HUSTLE - THIS IS FUCKING AWKWARD) and his uncle and cousin walk out of the kitchen. (I guess his aunt went into hiding?)
Uncle says... "So I heard you had to use the restroom...."
Me: (in my head, well duh...I wasn't looking for a reason to come in where I am blatantly unwanted) "Yes, sorry I drank 3 liters of water on the way up here...."
Uncle: "Well it is nice to meet you. Have fun in Orange County."
Me: "Thanks, pleasure to meet you too."
We leave.
How fucking close minded? This cannot be real life. I am not some piece of trash who has been married 4x and has 12 kids. WTFFFFFFFFF.
(Sorry for all the cursing, it makes my blood boil that my X has family this shitty...)
The next part is where things get reaaaaaalllllyyyyy interesting.
We are off to starbucks to meet his cousin G for coffee.
He hasn't told me much about her beside the fact that she is related to his moms side and lived with them for awhile....
and she is an opera singer?
So she shows up. A bitttttt rough around the edges and to avoid offending people - I will leave it at that...
First thing -- "tell me about yourself Elle..."
Welcome to the interview process, damn.
I tell her the basics and say if I didn't cover something, feel free to ask. I have nothing to hide. Oh and I am a Christian, let's just get that out there. (since apparently religion is where all of this racism stems from)
In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have predicted what the next 1.5 hours in Grenada Hills, CA had in store for me....
Stay tuned for some blatant racist shit and the breaking point for me and my X.
Elle
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