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.

Actually, I do know. He has probably spent his life bullying and manipulating people into doing what, when, and how he wants while devaluing themselves and their contributions.

He must have worked with people that didn't call him on mistakes, oversights or inappropriate behaviour that he tried to heave on someone else.

He told me once that he takes credit for everything that happened at his workplace because that's how you get ahead. I told him it was more in my nature to praise my team, since they do the heavy lifting. He said that humility doesn't exemplify confidence and I am not promotable.

I called him on being contradictory. I called him on it when he was being abusive. I called him on it when he tried to manipulate me. And I called him on it when he tried to run my department. It wasn't always graceful, and at times I was consumed with self doubt. But i held my ground, and I can't tell you how proud of myself I am.

I also had a good relationship with my staff and he envied that. I believe you earn the respect of your team by valuing what they do and treating them like people. He believes you demand respect from the title you hold and being at the top should make you invincible.

Well. I found out he resigned from his position. Funny how that all worked out.

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.

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.

It's done.

Now to deal with the guilt of leaving my staff and possibly of having to bum gas money off my wonderfully supportive and uplifting woman.

He would tell me I'm trash. And no matter how many times she reassures me of the opposite, it's his words that seem to stick.

I'm resigning from my job tomorrow. As of right now i will be without work at the end of the month ( if he doesn't fire me first).

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