Steve pulled a lot of stuff that just wasn't ok. I went through a lot dealing with him, though I tried to look at the bright side of things... It only took 6 months of dating and 3 months of living with me for him to tear me down and simply become a shell of who I really am. I had begun to lose myself. And people around me took notice. Mostly... those who had known me for some time began to miss the person who I really was.
On 4th of July Steve threw a fit because he did not want KM and I to enjoy the city picnic that they hold every year. He didn't care that I must get out and mingle or I deal with heavy depression. All he cared about was he was a hermit, and he cared not at how much the hermit life will hurt me. He only cared that he wanted me to be like him. So I messaged my friend Martin (who I had been going to Thursday night dance in the park with, Steve hated that too, but he was invited first and refused to go) who I've known for quite some time now.. he was my best friend before Steve came along. I don't know how I let Steve convenience me that, that title belonged to him, cause it didn't. Anyway.... I asked Martin to go to the 4th of July picnic with me. And he did.. And later that day... as usual.. Steve freaked out about nothing AGAIN... ruining yet another holiday as usual. He was more and more a cross between my mother, and my soon to be ex. Never allowing us to enjoy any moment in our life. Always making everything all about him.
((Above pic, Martin))
I called Martin yet again..
I asked him if we could spend the 4th with him. And my faithful friend who missed who I used to be, came right away figuring that I must be in trouble. And I was.
Steve was confused that I was not begging him to stay. I no longer wanted him around. KM agreed with me that it was time for him to go. He got in his car and started to back out. But then sat there and waited for me to beg him to stay... of which did not happen. I sat on the porch steps waiting for him to leave. He then went back inside, started packing and going off at me... that's when I texted my friend Martin... and Martin picked KM and I up. Of which made him even more mad. He wanted me to give up 4th of July to talk him into staying. Something I wasn't gonna do, and wasn't gonna give up yet one more holiday for his selfish a$$. As far as I was concerned, he broke up with me, hes packing, I'm NOT gonna talk him into staying, so he's gone. I couldn't wait.
I knew I couldn't keep dealing with him, so I had already talked to Martin a couple months back about moving in with him just for a bit as I couldn't keep up rent where I was at without help. He not only said me and KM could move in, but that we could stay there forever if we wanted. He really didn't mind. And for a struggling single mom, that was music to my ears. Me and him were so much alike... I knew being roommates would work out well..
When Martin picked me up, I told him that Steve is out, hes packing and I will have to move in with him by the months up. He knew Steve had tore me down a lot, and knew I wasn't me anymore. He was happy that in time, the real me would be back with his help.
To be continued...
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