Owner4SexSlave
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Ok, I'm gonna spell out my PA behavior on this one. Her and I started seeing each other, we talked about having me move in. I agreed to do it. However, I started to realize she honestly has a drinking problem. It was becoming difficult for me to be in and maintain a relationship with her. Everything going on started to give me doubts and many second thoughts about moving in. In short, I had not fully resolved myself to not moving in, however she asked me on a number of occasions, and I was still sticking to my word. Yes, I am going to be moving in. Then the last weekend I was there, he drinking was out of control. She did not make it to work on time the next day, worse yet she ditched being responsible to make certain her laundry was done to have work clothes. In short Drinking came over me and her own job. She goes into work late the next day, comes home sick as a dog with the flu. I stay until monday afternoon. I had changed from being the angry hurt dude, to playing caretaker while she was sick. Not the time to get into it with her about shit. I come back home, I end up being sick the rest of the week. Not working. End of week happens, she asking me if I'm ready to move in. March 15th. When we first talked about me moving it March was set as the move date. However, a lot of confusion when her one roommate would be moving out, because they needed to find another place to live first. In short I was using this to my advantage to buy myself more time to figure out, if the problems going on between us with her drinking could be dealt with or not. Now, on March 15th, I was anything but ready to move. At first, I telling her, I had been sick all week, I did not work, and I still needed to come up with the money for my share of the rent. If I had worked that week, I would have had the money without question. Anyways, she was drilling me about why I did not have the money ready, and was not prepared at all to move in. Anyways, I reasserted about being sick and all. Then she started in with me about questioning how much money I make a week, and about the time I wasted the week before practicing with a band. When she called me on Saturday, I was in the middle of hanging drywall up at my mothers house. A remodel project that I has been going on for a few weeks. In short the walls needed to be closed up. Anyways, she got all pissed off that I should not being doing that. That I should be working working and making money that day. After talking some more that day, turns out her roommate will not be ready to move out until April 1st. Anyways, I really did not like the fact she was trying to have me account for why I was not ready to move, and challenging how I was spending my time. I had been sick all that week. Anyways, I become agressive in my response to her. Basically, that I'm not gonna have somebody push me around and make me account for everything little thing I do. I actually went so far, to say, what the Hell do you want from me a Timesheet? Look I don't want no mother figure in my life, and I'm not gonna let you play that role. Me telling you everything little thing I got done today is not happening. Anyways, I felt rather pushed by her, and to be honest, I was sick and tired of going over things back in forth in my mind. The whole internal struggle that had been going on. I was sick of trying to keep my word and stick to the agreement of me moving in, when I was having so many doubts. Actually, I was having a difficult time in wanting to stay in this relationship. A sort of love hate thing was evoling. It was my intention to call her up and have a sane heart to heart conversation, and tell her that I was not gonna move in, and that I would still cover one months worth of my share of rent for pulling out. This way it would give her some time to find another person (roommate) instead of having me her boyfriend move in. Anyways, she went into avoidence mode. After a few days of this. I simply blew up, left a message on her phone that I was done with all. Everything completely. Left her a few emails explaining my reasons, and actually lashing out at her for her drinking problem. A few days go by and I'm feeling like shit for it. I write an apology letter, because honestly her and I did not talk about anything yet. Finally we talked one morning, made quick arrangements for me getting my stuff back, at the end of the conversation she says that the reason she does not want to be with me is because she does not want another deadbeat living with her. Basically, she has been hooked up with men that don't pay for shit or roommates that end up $2000 in the hole to the landlord and don't chip in for utilities. Geee.. Ummmmm... She never had to pay my way for anything the whole time we saw one another, and I was paying for both her and I. In short, this has left me questioning if she was not perhaps expecting a move in sugar daddy. Thank god for being sick for a whole week and not working. Previous weekend, I spent around $400.00 covering everything we did, ate and drink. Anyways, it's really not worth me trying to prove her wrong or otherwise. Mind you, it feels a lot like a challenge she threw down at my feet. I was starting to spend too much money on drinking out with her, and I should have been more of a hardass about not drinking and supporting this behavior. Instead I went into a somewhat passive mode about it, until she would reach of point of being out of control. I would be telling her no more to drink you've had enough, only to end up being called names and her get physical at times. Then again, I've never dated anybody who reacted this way when drinking. Never been with anybody who got drunk knowing I was on my way to spend Valentines Day night with them. The sad thing is that she went so much out of her way to make my Birthday special as Hell for me. Yet, she choose to get all drunk on rum with a couple of hardcore drug users she works with. She does not do drugs like crack or coke. However this couple thought I would be able to hook them up with some drugs because the Town I live in is noted for it. When I finally got there, ended up making it very obvious that I wanted no part of drugs and they took off, mean time, I had a drunk girl friend on my hands. On one hand, I had a very wonderful Birthday, and Valentines Day was a complete wreck. She said she needed to get drunk, which is sad. We talked about everything that happened, and she tried to use excuses but was stopping helfself personally acknowledging her behavior was not excusable. In many regards, her doing this made me feel that there was hope for change. Anyways, what I hate about myself, is that I went into PA mode. That I actually was not more vocal about my second thoughts about moving in with her. Instead I was trying like Hell to keep my own word to her about moving in, and come up with relationalizations and placing myself mentally into being her live in White Knight. All of which are bad things to do. In the End, I became agreessive, I blew up at her, then felt like shit about it, and was anything but rational and well put together in thoughts and emotions. All of this ugly ending would have been avoided had I shared more of what was on my mind.
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