Heres A Weird One

Here’s a weird one

He insists that I had an “accent” the night I met him.  He swears I put one on to entrap him ( he’s a sucker for a foreign accent? - how would i have even known that at this point???) 

This never happened.

I belong to a local community theatre organization. It's given me the opportunity to meet some really lovely people

One member with whom I get along quite well is a psychology professor at the University in my city. I really enjoy her company; she's a genuine, sweet person.

I told him about her a few times in passing, but he really perked up when he found out what she did for a living.

" Now it makes sense. You understand why she's interested in talking to you, right? She recognizes that something's wrong with you..."

Ruined Weekends

He often complained that I "robbed" him of his weekend when he kicked me out of the house. That was because he'd have thrown me out before I had the opportunity to do his dishes and clean his house. And he couldnt go out or do things if his house wasn't clean.

My fault.

Gay culture is wishing you could go all the way back and be yourself from the beginning

Flashback

I have an astonishingly clear memory of one of the days where I went to help him rebuild the basement. I stood at the top of the stairs much longer than usual. I was willing myself to go down.

I did so by telling myself I was okay with the prospect of never coming back up.

He could not wash dishes. He'd get a rash on his hands ( possibly eczema or psoriasis). No solutions would placate him. He only ever had problems, never solutions.

Ruined Weekends

He often complained that I “robbed” him of his weekend when he kicked me out of the house. That was because he’d have thrown me out before I had the opportunity to do his dishes and clean his house. And he couldnt go out or do things if his house wasn’t clean.

My fault.