Everyone's been asking what in the world happened, so here it is.
Now,
before I start explaining about the day Rachael moved out, I'll be
fair. About a month ago, Rachael recognized how huge of a turn off her
craziness has been, and has tried to rectify it. Her assaults on my
personality went from a daily occurance, to an every-other-day
occurance, then a sharp decrease to once every few weeks. She
conciouslly made the decision of "is this worth fighting about" and
resisted, which made living with her a LOT easier.
Okay, now to
the story. Saturday, August 4th. We were both nursing wine hangovers.
We went to the pool. After about four hours of sitting at the pool,
swimming, and sweating out the hangover, a girl showed up. It's a girl
I met before who tried to talk to me, but out of respect to Rachael, I
ignored her. Rachael saw this and tried to get me to leave. I was very
quiet. Rachael asked if I was upset because of the girl, and I said
yes. About five minutes later, tension is growing between Rachael and
I. Rachael (sarcasticlly?) says "I'll go tell her that you like her,
since it's obvious you want nothing to do with me." I told her no, flat
out. That's bad form on so many levels. After another minute of
tension, she says something to the effect of "Do I really not mean
anything to you?" I don't remember exactly what she said, but it
doesn't really matter. The end result is the same: she stood up and
said "I'm going to go tell her you're an asshole, and that you broke my
heart."
She stood up and walked accross the pool to go tell the girl.
For
journalistic integrity reasons, I'll admit that I didn't actually see
her say anything to the girl. During this time I was getting dressed,
and leaving the pool as quickly as possible.
I storm back to my
apartment, with Rachael close behind me. I go into my room and close
and lock the door. Rachael knocks on the door and says she needs her
phone. I give her the phone the push the door closed again. Rachael
says through the door "Why won't you talk to me!?"
I again don't remember the exact words, but I said something to the effect of "Because I don't want to be around you right now."
Through
tears, she said "You're hurting me!" to which I wanted to say
"Now you feel the way I do," but I think instead I said "Good."
A
few minutes later I went to take my puppy out. She tried to block my
way. I tried to move around her but she refused to let me pass; and with me refusing
to push her out of the way because I couldn't lift a finger against a woman, I had to rely on words.
I told her "You and I are not dating. You and I will never date. I
care about you a lot, but we are not more than friends."
Then,
she made a big scene about going back to New York. I feel like she was
hoping I'd stop her, although that's just speculation on my part. In
any event, instead of stopping her, I went to make sure she had enough
gas in her car, I helped put her dog in the car, and asked when she'd
be back.
She left about ten minutes later, and I went to dinner.
She called me about half an hour later, while I was at dinner, saying
she was coming back. I told her I might not be there when she got back.
Another half an hour later, I get a call from Jessica (yeah, Jessica) telling me that Rachael was moving out.
Sunday, Rachael's friend came down from New York and moved her out.
I
got a roommate in order to help ease my financial strain. In order to
accomodate two people, I moved into a two bedroom. Now I'm paying rent
for two people. But I guess that's a small price to pay for my sanity.
