Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Pre-existing conditions.

There are times that I get so mad and so frustrated that I want to hit something and hit it hard.

Today was one of those days.

This morning, my bf went to the doctor and upone arriving home asked me to call Katerina and see if we can "borrow" space in her driveway for his car.

The short version is he has some financial issues that he needs to straighten out on his car that predate our domestic partnership.

I didn't react immediately - as characteristic of me - and sat on it for while. I left to go teach with him recording tracks for "Something" by George Harrison.

In the car, I took two important calls, one fromm our friend who owns an insurance company and another from a friend who works at the DMV. Their advise echoed one another.

There were only two options that made sense. First - pay the civil fine and re-do paperwork ( preferable ) or Second - turn plates and reg in and off road the vehicle til July ( not preferable).

I calculated the exact number financially based on tomorrow and reviewed our ( mine) assets.

We can do this the preferred way. Unfortunatley it puts a crimp on some financial settlements that I need to do, but he needs to have a vehicle on the road and functional or I CAN'T do what I need to do.

So I arrive home to hear him giving the house number I use for business out. He hangs up the phone and says "Yes. From now on, we are both going to be nice to the whore."

I must have made some kind of facial expression that was less than affirmative. He said "it's the right thing to do".

I can only assume that my facial expression didn't change radically. So he says "you know - turn the other cheek and that kind of thing...."

My only commentary is " So why are you giving her my business number and why are we being nice to her after the beeotch she's been for two years???"

"We finally got to the place where we should have been awhile ago. We should onl have been friends and nothing more. "

"Yep OK fine whatever. " Not convinced.

" you Don't have to get there today. just know that's the goal" He says.

" fine - you need to listne to me for a minute. " proceed to tell him about his financial issues.

He kind of freaked out because he didn't want me spending the money. I get it. I understand that.

Instead of treating me nicely or normally - I got treated badly thereafter - then wonerful - then bad - then good.

It almost felt like he thoght less of me for helping him.

This happens all the time. It's usually embarassment that causes it.

He recognized that he was doing it, but was unsuccesful in correctng for a few hours.

Seriously - I have spent an enormous amont of money to date. He needs to chill.

So do I.

2 comments:

MapleMama said...

Ok - so here's a radical thought.
Could he not get a second job?

I can't count the number of women I know who work second jobs on all of my appednages combined. Number of men=zero.

He can't freak out unless he is willing to do something about it. Say thank you and move on.

'Nuf said. And PS - I hope you are reading this bf!

MapleMama said...

PS - thinking of you Contessa and hope you are hanging in there! Lotsa loev coming your way!