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The Art of War

I've never really been a fighter. It's never thrilled me to have to stand up and ask for what I felt should be mine. In my opinion, you should just give it to me. But since nothing ever works like that, I've had to come out of my comfort zone on several occasions to demand fairness. And that's what has happened with me and Mr. Wonderful.

As I've told you before, it drives me up the wall when he moves my stuff. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but he sorts it out and hides it from me. I've asked him several times not to do that, but he insists upon it. So when I got home the other day to find my stuff moved...AGAIN...I lost it. His excuse was that he was cleaning up. I was like, "Okay. I get that. But could you at least wait until I get home to move my stuff so I'll know where it is?" And he gave me that look reserved for the terminally stupid.

I should explain that I NEVER go through his stuff. I personally find it disrespectful. Besides, if I've got to rummage through your things to find out what you're doing, I probably don't need to be with you. In addition, I just don't care that much. I work two jobs, so the LAST thing I want to do with my free time is snoop around.

Right now, he has a lot of free time on his hands because he's not working. I get that. However, I'm TIRED of having to say the same thing to a grown man. If my wishes don't mean anything to him, I don't know what else to do. More importantly, if he doesn't trust me, what am I supposed to do? I know he's had other relationships where he's been cheated on, but I'm not that girl. And if he's that insecure with our relationship after a year, that's on him. Seriously, I don't have the strength to fight.

Unfortunately, though, that's just what we're doing. I'm calling it cold warfare, and it'll probably go on until I move out. Last night, I went out with an old co-worker, but I brought him dinner. I guess he thought that meant that all was forgiven. Not hardly. As I was leaving, he said, "What, no hugs and kisses?" I said, "Oh, I'm not happy with you right now."

I don't like this at all. I'm half-way tempted to just get all my stuff out of there and sleep in my car until an apartment comes through. Stay tuned...

Comments

Tiffany said…
Wow, looks like there are some trust issues going on. I also hate it when people go through anything that belongs to me. I don't care if it's sitting in the middle of the floor, it belongs to me and you shouldn't touch it. Are you looking for a way out of the relationship?

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com
March 10, 2010 at 7:38:00 PM EST
Angela L. Braden, Writer, Speaker, Professor said…
Glad you're writing again! the content is tough, but it's honest!!!! I like the blog!!!!!!!!

AB
March 15, 2010 at 3:56:00 PM EDT
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