Girl Meet Boy Act I've Lost Count...






When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hold on.


~Thomas Jefferson


It's amazing when life gives you light bulb moments. You know those times in cartoons when the main character has a brilliant (or not so brilliant) idea and the image of a light bulb pops above their head? That's what I got one morning. I woke up and realized I was wasting life.


I had this kick ass education and skills to boot, and what was I doing? I was working at Victoria's Secret for $7/hr part time hoping for a minimum of 20 hrs a week. I had a best friend who cooed her daddy into buying a condo and moved out on me taking that touch of income away. I had a boyfriend that didn't remotely deserve the title. Creditors were calling on the hour and I had spent the night before hysterically laughing into the phone at one of them while smashing my head against the wall. Literally. There is no metaphor in that. I was literally trying to reenact the scene in One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest minus the helmet.


So what did I have left to lose? My house was in foreclosure and all my fancy talk in court papers was stalling the inevitable. I couldn't afford it. The only payment I could keep up on was my car and I had $600 in tax return coming. I had nothing holding me in place. It was time to move on and hopefully get better. I called my tech school and demanded a list of every dealership in the Midwest that was hiring. I was going to get back in my field. I didn't care how far away it was I was going to make it happen.


I got the list made a call and was asked when I could come for an interview. I answered that if I could get the gas money I'd be there in two maybe three hours. That was how long the drive would be. I called Dad and he loaned me the money; because I have the most wonderful Dad in the world and because he believed in me even if he didn't agree with my choice in mate. He had every reason not to on both accounts.


I made the drive and had an interview. Then I sat back and waited.


Notice what most this post has circled around? Me. Where was the boy? He had decided to try for work back where we had moved from. He had conned a friendship and money from a woman who he had met online. The two of them went to Las Vegas to pick up the car that he had left there. She paid to have it repaired and they drove back. Took her husband a few weeks to think they may have been screwing around while I had thought it the moment the plan was mentioned. Funny, I really didn't care anymore.


Part of me wanted to claim to still be in love, but that was just a naive part that was too stubborn to give it up.


A week passed and I got the call. The job was mine. One problem, I had no money to move, nor in the time of my two week notice to VS did I find an apartment down there. In partial luck, my mom worked for a Super 8 and I spent a week living in a hotel on the employee discount rate. Paid for by my parents. The $600 was finally in the bank and that was moving money.


Part of the agreement of Dad's help was I was done with the boy. No contact was to be had. I should have left it at that. I received a call of needing money. The tax return was in a joint account. He would use it and have it back in place by the time I needed it to move. How stupid was I? He took the money and it wasn't return when promised.


I made the move thanks to a furious father who pleaded that the repayment a complete removal of interaction. I agreed, but there was one last act to follow...

6 comments:

Gwei Mui February 26, 2010 at 4:37 PM  

No you can't leave it hanging there!
Great post, I can't wait for the next installment. It still amazes me how many people go through the same s**t, differnt, city, different continent, but same old, same old. But also it's uplifting to hear how people have managed to dig their way out of the pit

Andrea Leigh February 26, 2010 at 5:50 PM  

Don't worry hun, I'll have the last bit next week. If work doesn't go crazy, probably Weds-ish. I try to keep to a once a week format. This week was special so I could post the manifesto.

Wilmaryad Oscallas February 28, 2010 at 3:40 PM  

Despite the hardship and the nuisance of a boyfriend, you did make it through. Kudos for claiming your life back and for striving to better it!

TICKLEBEAR March 4, 2010 at 3:28 AM  

a small detail intrigues me:
why the ... would you still have emails dating back to 2007???
(i will not comment on the fact they were from him. you had your reason[s])
this coming from a guy that hardly keeps his more than 24 hours...

strange how life evolves in a convulated way. just glad you saw the end of that chapter. it is teh end, right?!?

HUGZ

Andrea Leigh March 4, 2010 at 9:08 AM  

Actually, I had just shifted a bunch of emails into a folder and forgotten about them. There were several from my old guildmates from when I played as well as my AZ writers group. Just sat in a side folder and forgotten until I got bored and looked into it.

TICKLEBEAR March 4, 2010 at 10:18 AM  

i don't create those extra folders.
it's in and it's out.
i don't even keep a copy of the emails i send,
unless absolutely important, and if so, i'd print them.
i don't much care for clutter, in the real or virtual life.
:)~
HUGZ

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