the details (well, some of them)

Alright, so as yall know my truck had to spend the night thurs & fri at the mechanic getting the sending unit replaced. Cost me a pretty penny but as long as that issue is resolved, i'm happy. Which leads me to thursday evening....

Paisley called me on my way home from work. I had asked him if Drake & I could stay the night with him Friday night because the exterminator was suppose to be here today (which has come and gone) and since I was working a double I did not want to have to wake up at 7am after getting home at 1am. All was fine and we had the arraingments made:

* Drop my truck off thursday night with the mechanic
* Go to walmart to pick up necessities with Crystal & Tazzie.
* Go home and do my friday night prep for saturday on thursday.
* Go to work with Crystal Friday morning and she'd drop me off Friday night at the spa
* When I got off friday Paisley would pick me up.

So, he calls me on my way to drop off the truck and he wants me to come over. I told him he'd have to come and get me. He asked why. I said "We've already been over this I have to drop my truck off at the mechanic" and he goes "Ok I'll meet you there" and I said "No, I have to go to walmart with Crystal & Tazzie --household supplies I have to help pay for, etc. You can pick me up at my house or they can drop me off at your place" well, in the middle of the conversation Tazzie calls Crystal's phone and then plans are changed to We're all gonna meet up at the VFW after Wal-Mart, kick back a few beers, go home with Paisley and drop off drake's stuff for Saturday have dinner and then go home and get no sleep doing things that I didn't even get done.

That was the plan.

This is what happened: We drop off the truck, go to walmart then hit the VFW. He's over 45 minutes late meeting us. (He's usually late and it irritates me, I'm very punctual) A friend of mine from the Spa shows up (he's a coworker old enough to be my dad) and gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek and a hug. I pay no attention, its standard protocall with all my friends "Kiss on the Cheek and a Hug". And then one of the Veterans who was sitting next to me started talking about the Wars and we were having our own conversation while Tazzie, Paisley & Crystal were having theirs that I was not really interested in. I really like to hear War Stories and military things in general. (Paisley knows this) and since I've got a few War Stories of my own, (family members and friends) we had a nice rapport going. He even insisted buying me a few rounds because of my POWs and MIAs.

Finally he's ready to leave and we go to his house. Mind you I havn't ate all day so I'm starving getting a little irritable and I'm almost drunk on top of it (5 beers on an empty tummy do it every time). As soon as we get in his car he jumps on me about giving SpaCoworker a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He accused me of practically making out with him. Bull shit. He then tells me its improper for a woman to give a man a hug/kiss on the cheek and for now on it should only be handshakes. And that I'm too free with my hugs and kisses on cheeks. All my kisses innocent or not need to be saved for him. (I'm pissed off to the point I'm sober now)

We get to his house and I'm thinking "Ok, he's just a little jelous had a few beers he's not thinking clearly" and it just gets worse. Starts out good we have a quick quicky while the grill is heating up. I'm walking out of the bedroom and he started into the conversation that I'll omit from here. we have a nice argument over that issue and I could just sense this something eminating from him. I couldn't place before and I can't place it now but I always knew there was something grating deep inside of me "no, he's not right for you" or something. It was a warning signal I should have listened to after the 2nd/3rd date.

So we have that previous argument I'm omitting and he finishes dinner. Mind you I've offered to cook all the time and help him clean up after dinner and he's always insisted no. So, he comes into the living room and he says "Do you know how to cook" and I said "Yea, I'm a great cook just let me know when and I'd be happy to cook for you" and he said something nasty like "then you need to start getting your ass in the kitchen and cooking for me" in the tone of "bitch get in the kitchen and make me a pie" it was that final blow.

Then he starts into me about the old Vet buying me a few rounds at the bar. That its improper for a man to buy another man's woman a beer. Bullshit if your friends with the person its not and btw the way, he's a WWII veteran, seriously its just friendship he's like a grandfather figure to me!

I could tolerate a little jelousy but it was more than jelousy it was a possessiveness and a controlling thing. I could feel it comming off him like a black clowd, finally I could see the real him. One of those guys that act all sweet and innocent and loving and nice until they get you where they want you then your in love with them and they start to abuse you either mentally or physically (both even) and thier controlling. And I wont go through that again.

I saw the warning signs early enough, thankfully. Needless to say, I didn't stay with him lastnight. I got a ride home from another friend of mine. My truck is now out of the shop and in my possession. Everything seems to be pretty good, except that I have no money and I'm worried about the next coupla weeks. But I'll survive, I have before.

So that's the gist of it. There was plenty more arguments and bullshit in that night that I don't really retype all of it but those are just of them and it all boils down to this: What he showed when we first and what he truly is are 2 different people. No wonder I had that feeling that something was not right.