Saturday, August 29, 2009
It's Either Heaven or Hell
With The King and I, there is no in between.
Our relationship is like a bungee chord jump. We're either soaring towards the clouds or disastrously plummeting to the ground.
Until now, I blamed myself for our arguments. The other night I recognized it isn't me.
He insults me.
I didn't see it. The thought of someone insulting me seemed absurd.
The other night, an insult hit below the belt.
He said something to the effect he'd called me, despite the fact he knew we were not compatible, because he was "horny".
He used the word "horny" in a sentence regarding ME. Huh?
I let it slide but it resurfaced. By the end of the evening I told him I never wanted to see him again.
It's happened before. I have a delayed reaction to his insults. I laugh them off but by the end of the evening I'm furious.
I don't bother to explain myself. I shouldn't have to. His remark was despicable. It's only funny because he'd been telling me he loved me minutes prior. I'm the one, bla bla bla. The sad thing is I thought the same thing.
Maybe he's trying to even the playing field. He wants desperately to believe he is superior to me. But it's not going to happen. Not in this lifetime.
Am I crazy? I mean, except for the fact I go around hugging statues in Santa Monica and wear sunglasses shaped like pineapples?