Showing posts with label make up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label make up. Show all posts

"Break-ups to Make-ups..."

It's official. We've broken up.

For the third time in our almost six-month relationship, we've called it quits. These break-ups are usually the result of some misunderstanding in which we simply can't agree to disagree (or at least she can't... but I digress) and in a fit of frustration, one or both of us say "fuck it" and start looking for the next one...

The first time we broke up, it was because of an on-going argument; the real details of it escape me now. But essentially, we had an argument and Nicole felt it was my duty to come to her and make up... instead, I did what I always do when faced with a tense situation: I stay to myself... while it's nothing for me to argue and apologize over and over, once I'm done with a situation, I'm done... because nothing's getting solved... it's just a bunch of yelling back and forth and back and forth and it's just not worth it... rather than continuously engaging in the same clusterfuck of an argument, I'd rather just get on my laptop and leave it alone until cooler heads can prevail... we didn't talk for the the next 24 hours... finally, we were able to talk and after about a two-hour conversation, we decided to get back together...

The second time we broke up, it was because of a comment I made in passing... we were coming back from grocery shopping if I'm not mistaken and I made a comment to the extent of "If I were to ever get into an accident, I still wouldn't go to to church every Sunday because that's being fake... you should go to church because you feel compelled to do so not because you feel like you have to show some type of fake gratefulness to the Lord." And like always, I don't think much about the things that come out of my mouth after I say them but Nicole held to it... she said simply, "Well, if you don't want to go to church then we don't need to be together..." That was pretty much it for that conversation... we didn't talk much about it after that but to be honest, for the rest of the night, she didn't really speak to me much either... I didn't think anything of it really because it was already late and I could tell she was tired so when she went upstairs and went to bed, I didn't think twice about it... the next morning, something about her body language was telling me that was something was wrong... I tried to talk to her, joke with her, etc. but she wasn't having it... finally she ended up telling me that she was upset that our relationship was ending...

Wait. What?

Apparently, she meant the comment about me not going to church and felt that we had broken up... even though I understand the reasoning (a couple should not be unequally yoked) I didn't see why it was a reason to break up... just because I don't feel it's necessary to go to church EVERY, SINGLE Sunday, doesn't mean I love God any less or take any of my blessings for granted... but for her, that just wasn't good enough... she goes on to tell me that she was raised in a house where you go to church every Sunday (NOTE: she doesn't go to church every Sunday now though... ironic, huh?) and that her family would be doing likewise... to me, this wasn't a stupid argument... but it was a stupid thing to break up over... she felt like she would be begging me to go to church with her or that I would make up excuses not to go... now, in the past, this HAS happened... and there were certain reasons for doing so but I don't think that's the case here... in fact, the one time she did ask me to go, I went without an argument (well, except for what I wanted to wear, but that's a different story altogether...) In any event, we talked it out, prayed on it and decided that we'd continue our relationship...

Which brings us to Break-up Number Three. To me, this was The Big One. The first one that ever caused me to change my relationship status from "in a relationship" to "single" on Facebook (you know it's not official until the change happens there... LOL) It all started on Tuesday... well actually, it started on Monday... for whatever reason, I stayed up all night on Monday... literally... I didn't sleep the entire night... I have these bouts of insomnia and they're really hard to do deal with at times and with me not being an avid coffee/energy drink consumer, it makes it even HARDER to deal with... on Tuesdays, I'm in class from 9:30 AM to 9:30 PM so not sleeping is the absolute LAST thing that I need... but it was something that I had to deal with... needless to say, by the time I got back to my room around 10 that night, I was exhausted... so exhausted that I fell asleep on Nicole mid-telephone-conversation, something that NEVER happens... the next day, I woke up sick, something that almost always happens whenever I've suffered from a lack of sleep... I guess it's my body's way of telling me that I really need to get some rest... I texted Nicole and told her I wasn't feeling well and for most of the day Wednesday I slept... it was after 6 in the afternoon before I was finally awake for more than 20 minutes...

Around 7, I get a call that goes something like this:

"Hello?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Just watching TV."
"Oh really? Well, I just wanted to know what was so important that you couldn't call me but since you're so busy watching TV just go back to doing that. Bye."
*click*

The hell just happened? I must still be sleeping because there's no way she just called and acted like I was ignoring her... after a call-back, it turns out she feels that since we didn't talk last night and she got off at 5, then I should be doing everything in my power to talk to her and see how her day went... this is where this argument REALLY begins... Nicole and I have gone back and forth on this a million times and it's seemingly not going anywhere... she feels that if she calls me more than I call her, then it means she's begging for attention and that, in a relationship, she shouldn't have to do that... and I agree, she shouldn't have to beg for attention... but in my defense, I don't see it like that... if I'm home, doing nothing and you're just getting off work, what's wrong with you calling me when you get off? Just because I know what time you get off, that doesn't mean you don't have something else to do after work... you could be going to hang out with some friends... you might have homework... I mean, who knows? I'm not busy but at certain times of the day, you are... so just call me when you're not... Nicole, however, feels that I should call her anyway and if she's busy, then she'll just tell me that she'll call me back later... to me, that's just a waste of time and makes close to zero sense but I digress...

This time around, it's more though... she brings up the fact that I'm not giving her enough attention and to me, I feel like she's being inconsiderate... I'm sick... it's not like I'm playing Madden or BSing with my roommate... I'm laid up in the bed... to her, that's not an excuse... for the rest of the night, like always, I don't wanna talk to her... I'm not in a bad mood but I don't feel like dealing with this... it's a stupid argument in my mind and I don't understand the purpose of it... that's when it hits me: my girl has a serious anger problem... it's more than just your average aggressive Black womaness... the fact that every time she gets angry, she holds me accountable... the fact that she's upset with a sick person for not showing her enough attention... the fact that small debates turn into huge arguments lets me know... the next morning, I text her that we need to talk... her response?

"No, we don't."

WTF? Excuse me? After the millions and millions of times that she would say "we need to talk" that end up being continuous nagging sessions about the things I either a) am not doing, b) need to do better or c) are not my fault but need to be held accountable for, this is the one time I want to about something that is bothering me and it's a problem? That let me know that it was over... if I'm expected to compromise on aspects of this relationship, I feel that I should get that same respect... the unwillingness to do so, lets me know that, there's no point in continuing this... of course, later that night, more arguments, more nonsense... but it's still not a done deal quite yet... then she drops the bomb on me...

"Maybe we're just moving too fast... we just need to slow down and I'll just see you when I see you..."

Excuse me? Who are you talking to? Certainly not me... it's one thing if we're two people who AREN'T in a relationship because in that type of sitaution, that's the ONLY thing that should be said... during my singlehood my motto was "Our time to together is our time together and our time apart is our time apart..." (Jay-Z's a fucking genius...) but in the realm of a relationship, that's simply unacceptable... especially one like ours which is semi-long-distance (I go to school about an hour and a half away)

"I'll see you when I see you"? The irony of this situation is that I don't feel the need to talk to Nicole as often as I do... because most times what we talk about is random fodder... and I'm not saying I don't appreciate the time we spend talking but it's not like we're talking about any life-changing stuff though... I don't see the need to always talk simply for the sake of talking... but that physical interaction (not THAT physical interaction... get your minds outta the gutter...) is NECESSARY... we need to be around each other as much as possible because we don't see each other that much... so if you're mindset is "I'll see you when I see you," then clearly, I need to go do me and let you do you... there's entirely too many females that WANT to spend time with me for me to be in a relationship where my girl doesn't want that... and on this night, I was done... I told her so and confirmed it on Facebook to make it even more concrete... and for the first time in any of our breakups, I was committed to that shit... anybody who can't have at least a little sympathy for me being sick and who feels that our time together isn't necessary is not somebody I want to spend time with... I didn't expect us to get back together and, most importantly, I didn't want us to... period...

The next morning, I get this in a text message: "After all we've been through, you're just going to change your facebook status to single?" Are we not broken up? Why should I keep it as "in a relationship" if we're not? It's not like I was doing it to be an asshole (even though we both know, whoever breaks up with the other first has all the power... LOL) but I didn't see any point of keeping my status the same if it had, in fact, changed... another small argument ensues and at this point, I'm tired... you're not my girl, so why am I wasting time arguing? With that mindset (and still a little weary from illness) I fall asleep...

When I wake up, the mood has softened... she seems sad, hurt and almost apologetic (which would be life-changing because Nicole NEVER apologizes... *sarcasm* hard to apologize when you never think you're at fault... *sarcasm* but I digress...) I'm still not wavering... until she actually says she's sorry, it's a wrap for me... I couldn't care less about how sad or hurt she is... that's when it happens... she tells me she's on the way to Greenville...

Upon arrival, we kinda just sit in the car... we're not really talking but we're not ignoring each other either... she makes small talk but nothing too major... soon, one of her friends call and I let out a sigh of relief... uncomfortable silences make me itch... after talking with the friend, she seems to open up more...

Of course, we talk and make up and finally Break-up Number Three is over... she says she's sorry for the arguments and that she's sorry for everything... I apologize too (even though I don't think I've really done anything wrong) and we move past it...

That was three days ago and I wish I could say things are better than ever but honestly, things are just lukewarm... I'm not going to say I'm still worried about the break up because I'm honestly not... it's in the past... it's over... but I honestly wonder if she's going to actively check her attitude or if it's just a matter of time before Break-up Number Four makes its debut... guess we'll see soon...


100.

"It Was the Best of Times... It Was the Worst of Times..."

The Best of Times
This past Thursday evening, girlfriends, wives, baby-mommas, fiancees and jump-offs across the world let out a collective sigh...

at 12:01 AM, Madden 10 was released for Xbox 360, Playstation 2 & Playstation 3...

Men all over the world rejoice every year when this game is released... I'm no exception... I have a love-hate relationship with Madden... I love to play but I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE to lose... I'm a sore loser and an even worse winner... I don't know what it is about Madden that turns men into such crazed idiots... and before the collective "it's just a game" rains out from every corner of the globe, let me say this:

"It is MORE than a game..."


Madden transcends games... checkers is a game... Madden is an EXPERIENCE... but anyway, let me move on because I'm getting off task... Nicole, being the amazing girlfriend that she is, purchased Madden 10 for me this year... at first, I thought it was insane... girlfriends everywhere loathe mid-August for the simple fact that they know they will have to succumb to dates being cancelled, boyfriends showing up late and just generally being ignored until sometime around October... so when Nicole purchased this game, I was surprised even though she had already told me she would do it... didn't she know what she was getting herself into? I am ADDICTED to Madden... why would she buy me something that's going to ultimately take time away from her? And Nicole is craves attention... buying this game is a direct conflict of everything she wants, needs and desires... it's the equivalent of loaning your boyfriend money to go to the strip club... LOL... this is an activity that is going to take up hours of his time and leave less time for you... but in any event, I couldn't be mad at her... even though she did have me out at the mall for hours on end...


The Worst of Times...

We'd been at the mall for at least two hours... it shouldn't have taken that long... no, seriously, it shouldn't... the best thing about Nicole is that she reminds me of my mother... the worst thing about Nicole is that she reminds me of my mother... my mother is the type of person who goes to Wal-mart for two things, gets inside, purchases those two things, fifteen other things and then looks around for another 30 minutes at other things she knows good and well, she's not going to buy... Nicole is the same way... it's something I've NEVER been able to figure out...

I'm not a fun person to shop with... why? Because I want to get in, get out... if I'm shopping for sneakers, it takes me maybe 15 minutes because a) I already have some semblance of what I want before I even step foot inside, b) if what I want isn't readily available, I have two or three back-up options and c) if said options aren't there either, I just fucking leave... my mom and Nicole would much rather look around and "see what else they have..." and this irks me to no end because most of the time, nothing is ever bought and it turns into a big waste of time...

So again, we're at the mall... she's there to get her nephews some sneakers and Madden... THAT'S IT... the first two stores we walk into have the sneakers she's looking for... bam... let's get the shoes, hit Gamestop and bounce... nah... it's not that simple... we go to every other shoe store in this mall (which I'm quite sure had close to 46 of them) just to do what? You guessed it... go right back to the same two stores we hit up in the first 15 minutes of our trip... now, I'm all for taking one for the team so it didn't even bother me... it is what it is... I understand that some women just like to be out and about at the mall doing God-knows-what...

The thing that got me irritated was when after all this walking around, we head into a FootAction (Store #2) to get her oldest nephew's shoes... a plain black pair of Nikes... on the strap is a little smudge... now me, I understand the importance of a spotless sneaker... GOD KNOWS I DO... however, I'm a grown-ass man... if I pay $150 for some sneakers, they damn well BETTER be spotless... these sneakers sold for $30 (or so we thought... more on that in a second...) and had one little smudge on the REMOVABLE strap... the way I see it, let's take the strap off, keep it moving... Nicole goes back and forth in her mind on whether to get it... the manager comes over and says "I can see it's a problem... I'll take 10% of the purchase..." sounds like a deal to me... it's only three bucks but fuck it, let's make a move...

Finally she consents, we go to the front, pay for the shoes and we're halfway out the door when it happens... IT FUCKING HAPPENS... she looks at the receipt... not only did the manager NOT take off the 10% but charged her $40 which is the correct price of the shoe... someone marked it wrong... this is what ended up fucking up my entire night... I say "it's not a big deal... we're talking ten bucks... let's just go... we're halfway out the door..." Nicole ponders it over in her head... says "no... I need her to pay the price that's on this tag..." At this point, I'm not irritated, I'm just ready to go... I feel like we've wasted enough time in this mall, why can't we just leave already? She says she wants to take care of it and I let out a sigh...

This is when she tells me to just go to the car since I already have the keys... since I'm already tired, I'm more than happy to oblige... so I say "aight, I'm going to the car" and I walk to the parking lot, let the windows down and take a seat... almost immediately, I feel my phone vibrate and pick it up... it's Nicole...

"Where are you?"

Surprised that she asked me this when we'd just had the conversation about where I was going, I just simply say "I'm in the car..." I wait a few seconds and hear nothing... "Hello?" There's no answer on the other end... I call back and get no answer...

My first thought is "awwwwwwwwwww shit... here we go..." She gets to the car and before she even says anything, I say "Hey I thought you heard me when I said I was going to the car... I wasn't trying to leave you..." to which she answers "Just give me my keys..."

I hand her her keys and immediately, I can tell she's pissed... she thinks I got mad and just left her... but she literally TOLD me to go to the car... and I replied back, I'm going to the car... so now she does what she usually does when she gets mad... she calls one of her friends and has this merry conversation... I mean, she just yuks it up... suddenly, everything is hilarious and she's in the best mood... meanwhile, I get the silent treatment, the nasty looks, the under-the-breath comments... of course she does this to get under my skin, but to be quite honest, it doesn't bother me in the least bit... it would bother me a hell of a lot more if we just sat in silence or I was trying to get her to talk to me and she ignored me... so in the midst of her carrying on this conversation with whoever she's talking to, I fall asleep... I hadn't slept in close to 29 hours and considering we'd just trekked all over the mall and she wasn't doing anything to keep me awake, I nodded off...

When I awoke we were at Food Lion... she was looking for her wallet and this is how I KNOW she's really pissed because whenever she's mad she has a fit of temporary blindness and can't seem to find anything even though it's in plain sight... I pick it up to hand it to her and she snatches it from me and then says under her breath "take your ass back to sleep..." and exits the vehicle... at this point, I do just that... I ho-hummed my ass back to Slumberland...

When she returns, I'm still sleepy but not asleep so I just keep my eyes closed until we get back home... once inside, I put the groceries away as she retreats upstairs to go to bed...


The Best of Times...
Upstairs, I try to talk to her... after such a tiring day, she's just as tired as me and she's half-awake, half-asleep but I figure it's better to talk it out now, then sleep on it and deal with it in the morning... that's how you get stabbed in your sleep...

HW: "Babe, I wasn't trying to leave you in the store... I thought you heard me when I said I was going to the car..."
Her: "I didn't hear you say anything... you just left me..."
HW: "I didn't JUST leave you... I went to the car like I said I was... it was YOUR suggestion that I go in the first place..."
Her: "If you were that sleepy, then you should've just stayed home..."
HW: "It's not like I was THAT sleepy, just ready to go... but I wasn't mad or anything... I thought you heard me when I said I was leaving... I wasn't trying to leave you in the store though..."
Her: "Ok..."


This "ok" is hard to read... I can't tell if she's still mad or if things are cool... I hop in the shower and decide that when I get out, I'll just lay down and see what happens... after a quick shower, I throw on some shorts and a tee and get in the bed... she moves over next to me and I put my arm around her... things are back to normal... *sweet slumber*