Birthday boy

Part two still is coming.... its kind of exhausting to sum up 6 months of my life here and there. ;)


"What did you get him for his birthday?"
"Pillows."
"What? Really?"
"Before you judge let me tell you that the first time he spent the night at my apartment, he went on and on non-stop about how my down-filled pillows were superior to his foam ones. Last night, he did the same thing and then commented about he needed to get down filled ones."
"Ah, I see now."
"Yea, I am nervous all the same about the gift, I don't know how he'll take it."
"I'm sure anything you give him he'll like."
"Damn, I should have gotten him a dvd."

Flash forward.

"So what did you get me for my birthday?"
"Who says I got you anything?"
"You did, two nights ago."
"Damn, Hold on."
I left and got the pillows, I had only tied a blue ribbon around them, wrapping pillows seems impossible.
"Here."
I handed him the pillows and simultaneously watched his reaction. He was surprised at first and them a huge smile crossed his face.
"The good pillows like your bed?"
I nodded.
"I went to Bed Bath and Beyond today..."
My heart sunk.
"...I went there to look to see how much they were and how much better sheets were."
"Oh?" I said only to keep the story going.
"I decided that I should get the sheets but not the pillows because they were like 40 to 50 bucks a pop and I decided I could do without them. Even if I really wanted them."
He looked up and smiled at me.
"I needed to waste 80 bucks on you for your birthday." I said and smiled back.
"I'm really glad you did."
"Me too."
"Did you talk to my mom about this?"
The question caught me off guard completely, "What, no?"
"Well she said she was getting me a new comforter and curtains for my birthday."

Apparently all minds think alike when it comes to the man I'm dating.

One year in the life of QSW.

Since we got the dog in June of last year, And it is/was August of this year.
I have one year to cover.

"Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry' Humperdinck in a little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, make our escape... after I kill Count Rugen."

Mr. Lust and I continued.
Mr. Lust started getting more and more violent.
Mr. Lust doubled his work load and started watching his family's company lose profit all the same.
He started taking it out on me.
At first it was screaming and yelling over stupid things, like, "You said you would be home from work at this hour, and it was 30 minutes later," which would erupt into WWIII.
Then it was throwing things at walls.
Then it was throwing things at my direction.
Then it was throwing objects at the wall that I happened to be in (Aka, the recliner and me into the wall).
Then I got scared to leave him, or somehow I was always sucked back in.
Then finally, finally, he hit me in the back of the head and threw me down outside his house in front of a busy road. Cars slowed down to watch. I sobbed. And I finally woke up and grew the balls (pardon my French) to dump him and move out.
Two of my closest friends drove me to his house while he was at a baseball game, and we packed me and loaded up my friend's car in less than 30 minutes.
I got back to my apartment, which I hadn't really been in for a year, and unloaded it.
I think I shook the entire time.
There were a lot of nasty phone calls and texts after that from him, but thankfully it was pretty much over.

Part two coming soon...