I like to think my downward spiral occurred in January 1987, but in truth, it began this month. I was practically living with JF every weekends, and this was causing friction between my roommates, who didn't like my new-found 'independence'. In fact the only thing I did RIGHT was when another girl began bad-mouthing me behind my back, and BJG threatened to beat the stuffing out of her. I talked her out of it, explaining that when the girl decided to be ADULT about her issues with me and confront ME, then I'D handle it. And soon she did. Turned out, she thought my friendship with her BFF's boyfriend was infringing on their relationship, while nothing could have been farther from the truth! I told her that yes, TH and I had known each other over the summer, but that I was now in a relationship with JF. THAT took the wind out of her sails, and she apologized for everything she'd said.
Next, while over at JF's, some friends came over and we decided to play Trivial Pursuit, and partner up girls vs boys. My partner and I were about to win the game with the question in sports..."What sport has hairpin turns?' I was thrilled; I knew the answer: Race car driving. But my partner disagreed with 'horse racing'. We argued back and forth; finally, I conceded, but stated 'even though she's wrong.' Sure enough, when the answer was revealed, the three of them all asked me repeatedly why I'd given in.
"To keep the peace and advance the game!"
When Dad's Weekend arrived, he was NOT happy when he met JF. I fudged things a bit; I said I was having issues with my roommates and that he'd let me crash on his couch a couple of times. Dad made me promise not to do that anymore; if I needed a night away, to get a motel room.
Chubby Checker performed the show, but I was stressed out and skipped it. EY was called up on stage to dance!
JF and I had a mutual friend, NL, whom I'd met the year before. One night, N came over and the men smoked a little weed, which made me sleepy by being in the same room (I didn't know you could get high off of 2nd hand smoke!). Afterward, I drove N home, but since I could barely keep my eyes open, N invited me to sleep over. I accepted.....and the unthinkable happened. Just because neither of us could sleep until afterward.
The final disaster occurred on Halloween. I was fending off the advances of DW when my phone rang. It was the AF officer, who had finally come to his senses.
"What happened with Cherie?"
"I shipped that bitch back on a bus to where she came from. You were right after all; can you ever forgive me?"
I remained firm and told him that if he wanted me back, it was going to take a lot of doing on his part. We hung up with him agreeing to my terms and me still being skeptical. I then hung up and did the happy dance.....right back into DW's arms.
Afterward, I felt horrible. DW, his girlfriend, and I had had a running joke about me being his 'other woman' for several weeks, since Liz didn't dance, so I would 'borrow' him every Tuesday night. We finished getting dressed to go to the Halloween party, and I prayed JF wouldn't find out about it.
I was slightly pissed about halfway through the night, when a girl dressed as Scarlet O'Hara showed up, and J paid more attention to her than he did me. I'd tried to get my dad to bring my formal, so I could go as J's favorite character, but he'd forgotten, and Mom had refused to let me rent one for the night. After the party, we returned to his trailer, then the next day, I think I had planned some things with my roommates.
That evening, however, he picked me up and we sat in his car as he broke up with me. Turned out he'd done a line in the bathroom with DW, who decided to declare "Damn she's good in bed!"
I was furious, and tried to explain what had happened, but to no avail. It was over. Numb, I climbed out of the car and walked slowly to my dorm room and crawled into bed, sobbing.
Next Month: Good Friends, Good Intentions
We've got the kitchen nearly finished! I'm still trying to get the floor cleaned, and to find some contact paper for the shelves. The dining room has paint around the door frames and window; today we're doing the same to the living room. This weekend, when the granddaughter is at her dad's, then we'll paint the walls.
Good news: Daughter and Reagan have been hired!!
Bad news: They're moving to 3rd shift. There oughta be a law against single moms working overnights, IMHO!!!
Tomorrow's Karaoke: Bon Jovi Night!