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I wish I could say this is like reading about someone else's life now. It's not.

At least now I can say I hate him and mean it.

Missed Experience

This last July I planned a trip for us to go up north to a popular camping/water sport destination.  He wanted an experience without me, so I had the perfect idea:  he always wanted to go scuba diving, and the idea sort of terrifies me – so perfect!  

I had everything planned:  The non refundable deposit was down for the scuba, the cute beachside hotel was booked. I’d picked out the restaurants, hikes, and other things we were going to do.  The weather was going to be beautiful.  Despite my anxiety owing to the fact that nothing was ever good enough, I felt that I had outdone myself with the planning.  It was going to be perfect.

However, the Tuesday before the weekend he wanted to grease the chain on his motorcycle.  I always helped him with it, even though he told me I was the most useless person for the job – he only chose me because he didn’t have anyone else.  What he had me doing wasn’t hard per say, but it was essentially two things at once.  It didn’t go as perfectly as he’d hoped and he lost his temper.

He screamed at me calling me a useless cunt and kicked a wooden stool.  In doing so, he fractured his toe.  Later he told me that it was a selfless act because he really wanted to kick me.  He broke his toe in lieu of my ribs.

He insisted that I cancel the trip I had spent weeks getting together due to his injury. I lost the deposit I made on the scuba diving and one night of the hotel.  I didn’t even bother mentioning it.

He blamed me and my incompetence for, once again, robbing him of an enjoyable weekend.