So Everyone Gets the Same Story...

I'll admit it. I've been harder than the President (um, no pun intended) to get on the phone. But that hasn't slowed Chris's persistence to get ahold of me.

Finally he gave in, and asked his mother to call me. Of course last night I was completely beat and went to bed early. (Thankfully since wake up call was 5:30 a.m.). I left my phone in the event that he called, but even told Anil not to call me last night when he was done at the gym. And I enjoy talking to him. So when my phone finally told me I had a voicemail (as opposed to telling me someone was calling, allowing me to take the call), I had no choice but to clear it out. And then I turned it off.

At 5:30 this morning when I was finally able to convince myself that getting out of bed was a requirement for a paycheck (fairly important if I don't want awful credit...), I listened to my voicemail message thinking it was Anil leaving me a message anyways.

Much to my surprise it was Janet, Chris's mom. She and I have always had a funny relationship. I imagine it has mostly to do with the loyalties she pretends, and obviously feels obligated to have to her son's baby momma whom lives with her. Really I see no point in such pretenses, but don't judge her for that particular indescretion.

I do however judge her for awful voicemail messages which immediately bring me to tears. The kind that suggest I'm not welcome to visit my boyfriend on a day we planned because she, her friend from FL, and the crack-whore bitch are going to visit. (Trust me, my descriptions are flowery...)

The worst part was that she made it sound like Chris knew this was going to happen and chose their hour over spending the day with me.

So convinced that this indeed was the case that a break-up was in order.

Looking back it seems dramatic, but honestly the whole Chris and me breaking up thing has been a long-time coming. From the, "I wouldn't tell you if I went back to drugs" to the me moving to now this, it was literally the final straw that broke the camel's back.

I bawled all the way to work. Couldn't eat. Couldn't call out. Couldn't go home sick. So instead I made it through the day like a zombie on the verge of bursting into tears at any second.

And when I finally slid behind the wheel of my car, I made it two exists before I lost it, and bawled most of the way home.

When I finally made it home, I got the mail, touched up my make-up and rehearsed what I would say to Chris until I could dash off the old dear john letter.

When I finally talked to him he was beaming with pride when he told me his mother promised him a surprise. He was hoping it was going to be one of his sister's, but when I informed him in a positively pissy tone that it was Tori, his mother, and Barbara, he couldn't have faked a better response.

So really I'm at the point where we're okay...for now. But unfortunately the relationship tolerance level never goes quite back to where it was. And I know this, so I'm trying to recooperate, and deal with the very delicate balance that is my relationship and my emotions right now.

Honestly, had that phone call not come through this would be an entirely different post. One of which would have included insomia, anorexia, and lots, and lots of tears. And possibly straight shots of tequila.

I did mention to Chris that I'm not going to get into a pissing contest with his mother. And I won't. I refuse to. After all, she is his mother, and I am the girlfriend. Therefore, it is not fair to make him choose between us. So I'll make the choosing damn easy.

I'm still kind of up in the air what to do with the whole friend I've never dated situation now. Honestly, I've never experienced this problem before. I've either been wrapped up entirely in one guy, or my relationships didn't last long enough for me to worry.