Life sux... sometimes

Dennis S. · 01-27-2003, 08:17 PM

Welp, I think this should be a new piss&moan post, but I didn't feel like labeling it as such.

Just imagine all the crap I had to go through this weekend... On Saturday I finally went together with my girlfriend to see my best friend in Toronto (was planning to do it for a while). It started OK, until we actually got there and hooked up with him.

First we couldn't find any cheap hotel/motel rooms, so we were searching for such in absolutely frigid temperatures. I was also carrying a 20kg bag that my girlfriend just HAD to bring with her. She had around 5 different outfits, 2 sets of pajamas, a pair of shoes, some books and lots of other UNNECESSARY for a two day trip crap. After about three hours of walking around in probably a -15 temperature and traveling ~20 stations on the subway in our fruitless attempt to find a freaking room, my g/f started to get annoying with all her whining and yelling at me and my friend: 'i'm tired", "i want to take a shower NOW", "why aren't we taking this $200/night room?", "so where are we going now? you two don't seem to know what you're doing" and etc... I tried to shut up, but my friend couldn't take that #### anymore and started yelling back at her. It ended up with a nice fight somewhere in downtown Toronto, with both of them trying to get me to take their side and yelling at each other. I just tried not to get involved and stayed quiet, so it pissed them BOTH even more.

Finally we've settled for a $150 room (because of my g/f's yelling and bitching every few minutes), which left us only around another $100 for such nice stuff as food and bars. Then inside the room things started getting even uglier. Now it was my friend's turn to be pissed because we spent that much cash while being on such a measly budget (which I could totally understand). Then we went out with him, got us a few bottles of vodka, came back and started drinking. That's when my g/f started bitching again because I 'don't show her enough attention'. Welp, that was it. I pretty much exploded and told her all that I think about her bitching and whining (as if she didn't know it was supposed to be a GUY trip).

So I've pretty much snapped, went outside and got god awfully drunk. This part I don't remember much, but I think I spent a few hours getting loaded in some random bar and made a casual acquiantace. When I got back to the room with him, her bitching and whining started again. I pretty much told her to get a life, if I recall that correctly. I was awfully cold too from spending too much time outside. What I didn't know is that she drank quite a bit of that vodka that stayed in the room. Then being such a mental case as she is she grabbed a knife and made a cut on her wrist. I guess she was trying to prove a point, which I'm not sure what it was. At that stage I didn't care much about anything so I just grabbed the knife outta her hand and made a few cuts on my wrist myself and showed them off to her. Then I told her to call me back when she stops being a psycho and left the hotel (my friend was rather pissed too) together with that acquintance.

Then I blew off all the remaining money on even more booze, managed to lose the acquintance and my coat somewhere, but also somehow managed to get on the last bus to my town (good thing I didn't have the ticket back in the coat). I don't quite recall how I got home, but I woke up the next day (Sunday) in the late evening with a horrid migraine that stayed for a few hours, a cold (got temperature now), two nice cuts on my hand and my coat missing.

Then she called me yesterday from her parents' house (she's 18) and said that she's real sorry, and she won't do this #### again and so on. I wasn't convinced though, so I gave her the usual 'we need some time apart' line and told her to call me back in a week or two. Now her parents call ME and tell me that SHE went into a deep depression or whatever and she needs ME. Well, I'm pissed as it is with all the bullshit I had to go through because of her bitching and well, her being an unstable nutcase. I told them I'll call back when the time is right.... That's about it, end of story...

Sad what an anticipated trip with your girlfriend to see your best friend in Toronto can turn into... For the next time I'll remember not to bring my girlfriends anywhere I suppose. And I don't think we'll be getting back together with her

*DoInThIs4FuN* · 01-27-2003, 08:34 PM

Tragic story Dennis...

I can relate 2 the whinin and bitchin, I'm sure we all can, but cuttin her wrist? Even just 4 the attention of it?

If she is indeed a nutcase (cuttin her wrist) then she needs 2 b taken care of... I mean medically (psychiatrist)

This was both a tragic but also very sad story, but I would like 2 hear a happy endin 2 it...

Kind Regards

Andy

Dennis S. · 01-27-2003, 09:09 PM

Quote (DoInThIs4FuN @ Jan. 27 2003,17:34)
Tragic story Dennis... Â* I can relate 2 the whinin and bitchin, I'm sure we all can, but cuttin her wrist? Even just 4 the attention of it? If she is indeed a nutcase (cuttin her wrist) then she needs 2 b taken care of... I mean medically (psychiatrist) This was both a tragic but also very sad story, but I would like 2 hear a happy endin 2 it... Kind Regards Andy[/b][/quote] Thanks for the kind words mate. They really do cheer me up at this stage. And I guess one thing I forgot to mention in here is that she has HAD a history of depressions and slicing her wrist. She did it once because she was 'depressed' when we just first met (about 5 months ago). I did warn her back then that if she does that #### again I'll do the same thing to myself in front of her - only rougher and there WILL be other concequences for her. Her parents also tried to get her to a psychologist, but she refused to go there. I guess she never took it seriously, or it was her PMS kicking in, who knows. For now I'm just happy that I'll be out of this relationship REALLY soon. And next time I'll surely be looking for someone mentally stable / a tad older, that's for sure. __________________

01-27-2003, 08:17 PM	#1 (permalink)
Dennis S. is on the 6th circle: Heresy Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Canada Posts: 3,690 Hellbux: 58,237	Welp, I think this should be a new piss&moan post, but I didn't feel like labeling it as such. Just imagine all the crap I had to go through this weekend... On Saturday I finally went together with my girlfriend to see my best friend in Toronto (was planning to do it for a while). It started OK, until we actually got there and hooked up with him. First we couldn't find any cheap hotel/motel rooms, so we were searching for such in absolutely frigid temperatures. I was also carrying a 20kg bag that my girlfriend just HAD to bring with her. She had around 5 different outfits, 2 sets of pajamas, a pair of shoes, some books and lots of other UNNECESSARY for a two day trip crap. After about three hours of walking around in probably a -15 temperature and traveling ~20 stations on the subway in our fruitless attempt to find a freaking room, my g/f started to get annoying with all her whining and yelling at me and my friend: 'i'm tired", "i want to take a shower NOW", "why aren't we taking this $200/night room?", "so where are we going now? you two don't seem to know what you're doing" and etc... I tried to shut up, but my friend couldn't take that #### anymore and started yelling back at her. It ended up with a nice fight somewhere in downtown Toronto, with both of them trying to get me to take their side and yelling at each other. I just tried not to get involved and stayed quiet, so it pissed them BOTH even more. Finally we've settled for a $150 room (because of my g/f's yelling and bitching every few minutes), which left us only around another $100 for such nice stuff as food and bars. Then inside the room things started getting even uglier. Now it was my friend's turn to be pissed because we spent that much cash while being on such a measly budget (which I could totally understand). Then we went out with him, got us a few bottles of vodka, came back and started drinking. That's when my g/f started bitching again because I 'don't show her enough attention'. Welp, that was it. I pretty much exploded and told her all that I think about her bitching and whining (as if she didn't know it was supposed to be a GUY trip). So I've pretty much snapped, went outside and got god awfully drunk. This part I don't remember much, but I think I spent a few hours getting loaded in some random bar and made a casual acquiantace. When I got back to the room with him, her bitching and whining started again. I pretty much told her to get a life, if I recall that correctly. I was awfully cold too from spending too much time outside. What I didn't know is that she drank quite a bit of that vodka that stayed in the room. Then being such a mental case as she is she grabbed a knife and made a cut on her wrist. I guess she was trying to prove a point, which I'm not sure what it was. At that stage I didn't care much about anything so I just grabbed the knife outta her hand and made a few cuts on my wrist myself and showed them off to her. Then I told her to call me back when she stops being a psycho and left the hotel (my friend was rather pissed too) together with that acquintance. Then I blew off all the remaining money on even more booze, managed to lose the acquintance and my coat somewhere, but also somehow managed to get on the last bus to my town (good thing I didn't have the ticket back in the coat). I don't quite recall how I got home, but I woke up the next day (Sunday) in the late evening with a horrid migraine that stayed for a few hours, a cold (got temperature now), two nice cuts on my hand and my coat missing. Then she called me yesterday from her parents' house (she's 18) and said that she's real sorry, and she won't do this #### again and so on. I wasn't convinced though, so I gave her the usual 'we need some time apart' line and told her to call me back in a week or two. Now her parents call ME and tell me that SHE went into a deep depression or whatever and she needs ME. Well, I'm pissed as it is with all the bullshit I had to go through because of her bitching and well, her being an unstable nutcase. I told them I'll call back when the time is right.... That's about it, end of story... Sad what an anticipated trip with your girlfriend to see your best friend in Toronto can turn into... For the next time I'll remember not to bring my girlfriends anywhere I suppose. And I don't think we'll be getting back together with her __________________