Not That It Particularly Matters, But That Interaction With My Boss Was The Last One I Had With Him.

Not that it particularly matters, but that interaction with my boss was the last one I had with him. No good luck wish, no hand shake, nothing.

He hated me to my very core and I have no idea why.

Sufficient time has passed and I feel calm enough to write about my last days on my job. 

My resignation letter detailed my last shift as October 22, as well as days I would be taking for my liues.  I also gave him a schedule for my last 4 weeks.  He came up to me on the Thursday (21) and said “You’re done on the 7th, right?”  To which I replied that no, Friday was to be my last day.

He proceeded to tell me that the lieu days would not be paid out, that he needed two more days from me - one the one week, and one the following.  That I had no choice.  He was frantic - clearly he needed to get things from me and was too foolish to set aside time for it. Taken aback, I said I would look into it.

The following day he sends me an email where he wrote ON MY RESIGNATION LETTER that I had agreed to stay longer.  This was the last straw. No.  So I sent a response to him and his boss, stating that I had not agreed to stay and that I was to be paid out as I had requested.

He flies up to my office 15 minutes later stating I had it wrong and he was offering me those two days as an option. So I could be paid out for a full two weeks.  It was for my benefit that he so graciously offered me that option.  He then told me that he  “didn’t know what goes through [my] head sometimes” and then walked out of my office.

I remember what gaslighting feels like.  If there was any doubt in my decision prior to this, it was gone completely from that moment on.

Today, he won't even look at me.

This post gets a bit explicit with named body parts, dubious consent and some violence. For the record, there are likely people who enjoy some of the things he did to me. I am totally in support of people getting off the ways they like to get off. Please understand that I am condemning these actions as symptoms of the horrible power imbalance in my relationship, lack of consent, and intention to hurt me and make me uncomfortable.

My clitoris is pretty sensitive. I have a hard time with direct stimulation - it's "too much" at times, but i can work through it slowly with some patience.

He used to do things that would make me jump and guard it because he said it was 'hot.' He used to shock me with this contraption he made- a few times me made me let him shock my clitoris directly despite my regular and continual protests and insistence that I wouldn't like it. "Just try it" he said as he held me down and did it. I cried. And he threw the contraption at me telling me that I was boring and never wanted to try anything new.

He bit me once, when he did me the magnificent and rare gesture of going down on me. Chomped on my clit because he thought I wasn't conveying my enjoyment sufficiently. I screamed and cried and bucked him off. "Oh, so you can make noise. I was just checking."

He pinched it when I wasn't doing exactly what he wanted when we were fucking, and loved experimenting with all manners of things whether i wanted to or not ( cold, hot, food, lubes, creams, toys, etc). So anytime he got near it i tensed my pelvis muscles to guard it.

I auditioned for a show I REALLY wanted and was not cast. I feel this is the end of my youth.

[while choking back a sob, tears visible] i’m good dude i’m so good. i’m way fucking. good. man. i’m GOOD