Things Your Boyfriend Should Not Hear You Do In The Bathroom

WEDNESDAY
I'm sitting in a meeting with my boss and team and my phone starts blowing up. I glance at it and it says "PRIVATE". I don't answer private numbers. If they want something, they can leave a message. They call again and again and yet again! Finally my boss gives me that look and I get up from the group to take my phone off vibrate. It rings from a private number again so I answer. It's Q's crazy ex. I say hello and she starts screaming and swearing at me like a mad woman. Are you for real? "Don't you EVER call this phone again you crazy bitch. I have nothing to say to you." I hang up. This doesn't stop her. By the time I leave for lunch I have 15 missed calls and she has posted on her myspace about me. I go off on Q via text on how she got my number and if he ever wants to see me again, that he better check her and fast.

When I get out of the gym Wednesday night I have a few missed texts from Q and two missed calls from her again. The first message calls me out for being scared to answer my phone. Bitch, please. Call me from a number that's not blocked while I'm not at work and I will GLADLY have a conversation with you. Or leave me a return number. Sorry for having a job you trick bitch. The 2nd message she's bawling her head off and saying obviously I have some kind of weird hold on Q as he just threatened her to leave me and him alone. She tells me he will only break my heart and she feels bad for me. She babbles some other crap I can't remember at this point, in between her sobs, and then hangs up with a dramatic sigh.

I call Q when I get home and reiterate that I'm not playing around. If she contacts me again I will cut him loose. He needs to do whatever he has to do to remedy this situation. Apparently, he does. He spends all day Thursday trying to calm me down and make sure I know that I'm the only one he wants to be with, he is not with her, has not been with her for a long time and she is indeed crazy. That's all fine and dandy but you've been warned, dude. I'm completely annoyed that he was trying to be civil with her and told her about me as if they could be friends.

FRIDAY
I leave to go pick up Q. On my way I get a text from Teej asking me how I've been and what I'm doing tonight. I tell him I'm going to pick up the boy. He teases me about having a new man and asks if I will give him a 2nd date or not. I tell him that he's way past a second date and I might keep this one around for awhile. Teej says he will believe it when he sees it. Is it a bad sign when your old fuck buddies make fun of you for going through men quickly? Hmmm...probably not a good thing. Teej reminds me if I ever need his services again that he would be happy to oblige. I tell him I will keep that in mind.

Q and I grab a bite to eat. It's great to see him. I'm still a little crabby at him though for the drama earlier in the week. I let him have it at dinner and remind him that I will not tolerate this kind of bullshit, no matter how I feel about him. He asks how I feel about him. Grrr. I try to plead the 5th. He tells me he really likes me a lot and that he's falling for me. Says he has never felt this way about anyone before in his life. I try to change the subject. He pulls out some pictures he brought with him to show me of his family back in Mississippi. Says he wants to share everything in his life with me. He senses that I'm about to have an anxiety attack and asks what's wrong. I tell him that the crap with his ex really messed me up this week. I want to believe him and trust him and love him with all my might but my past and my mind keep me guarded. He says I have to trust him and let him prove himself to me. I don't know if I can.

We get home and Mason starts texting me. I don't answer. Q takes me to bed and tries to ease my mind of any doubts about him. It's a wonderful effort and makes me feel amazing, as it always does. He tells me I am all he wants and more and he believes in us. We talk late into the night and then I drift off to sleep in his arms.

SATURDAY
Q and I don't rush out of bed by any means. Being with him sometimes makes me feel really greedy. He is all about pleasing me and making me happy. I try to do the same for him but it's the least of his concerns. I don't get it. For every orgasm I have, I think he should have one in return. But it doesn't happen that way. I'm lucky if I get one from him for my three. What's up with that? I will definitely have to work on this.

We head out to the fam's to take care of the babies while Uncle is sick. Saturday night we grill out with Yommey and the mini and hangout watching movies.

Mason continues to text me and send me pictures of his new tattoo. I tell him he's insane. He asks why I won't answer his calls. I tell him my boy is here. He texts me back that I'm insane. How do you figure? Vanilla sends me a couple IM's while I'm online. He says his dating dilemna with the new girl might be solved for him because she might move. Well way to avoid being a man and making a decision so you can still pretend to be the good guy. Duh.

SUNDAY
Q and I hangout. He really wants to move here. I'm not sure I am ready for that yet. I will have to explore those fears in more depth later. I get insanely ill Sunday night and he refuses to leave my side. As I writhe in pain he strokes my hair and asks if I need anything. I make a mad rush to the bathroom and spend the next 5 hours purging myself and begging for mercy. I'm also secretly praying that he will not hear any of the disgusting sounds that are being released from my body. I know this is a futile hope as my bathroom is attached to my bedroom and the walls are not thick.

MONDAY
The next morning I apologize for getting so sick and I hope I didn't keep him up all night or completely disgust him. He hugs me tightly and smiles. "It happens to all of us, babe. I just hope you're feeling better." If I don't die from the flu and dehydration, I might die of embarassment. He leaves at noon. I nap throughout the day. He sends me numerous texts checking on me and seeing if I need anything. He's so sweet. I'm wondering if he's too sweet. I know this sounds ridiculous to say but it's kind of starting to creep me out. Ugh! I am my own worst enemy. I think I need to vomit again and then take a nap.