Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

WEDNESDAY
Yommey and I wake up way to early and unfortunately I know that I have to go to work today. I need to save my days off for the funeral. Ugh. The funeral. I had done a decent job of blocking that out last night. Wait, I think I've blocked out a lot of things from last night. Yommey jumps in bed with me and we try to piece together the fuzzy parts of the night but we are of no help to each other. All she knows is that her stupid ex keeps texting her now and her boyfriend SAP is apparently really pissed because she sent him some bitchy texts last night, just like he had done to her Monday night. I'm trying to remember if MNS said he was coming over this morning or not. Something tells me he did but it's 6:45 already and I haven't heard from him. I must've misunderstood. Or maybe he's too busy with his wife and her kids. Who the hell knows. All I know is that Yommey's car is at her work, I'm her ride and she has to be there in 45 minutes.

7:02 AM
Yommey and I are pulling onto the freeway less than 2 minutes from home when I get an email from MNS. He asks if I'm going to work late today. He says he just woke up and wants to know if he can come over and see me or if it's too late. Gadzooks! Any other morning I would've whipped the car around and met him at the casa but I have to get Yommey to work. I write him back and tell him I just left to take her to her car but I can be back by 7:40 or he can come over tonight. I tell him to let me know which one he wants to do. I drop off Yommey and still haven't heard back from him. Okay then, guess I will go to work.

I call my mom on the way to work. She was supposed to call me when they got back last night to give me an update on his condition. I ask her what the status is and she sounds confused. She says we talked about it last night and she hasn't had any more news. I say I thought she was going to call when they got home. She says she did. Huh? "You don't remember talking to us at 9:30? You said you were at the bowling alley." Once she says it I vaguely remember a snippet of conversation. "Just how much did you drink last night?" she asks in her best motherly tone. I can't lie to my mom. I told her I got smashed out of my mind. How proud she must be.

They day rolls by with me wanting to vomit with every breath and trying to repiece my night back together. My cousins and siblings are texting me throughout the day about the impending doom of death and it makes it even harder to concentrate. I haven't heard anything more from MNS. I'm praying to god the guy I had my verbal tussle with was not his best friend or someone influential in his life that could destroy what I've been working so hard to build with him. I'm on the brink of a major breakdown. I get a call regarding a problem that arose last week. For the record, Q is no longer an annoyance or pest. I hate him and want to inflict severe bodily harm on him at this point.

Somehow I pull myself together and make it through the day. I get home and things have deteriorated further for Yommey and Sap. He is being a total dick to her and making her cry. Nothing in the world hurts me more or makes me more angry than watching her cry. I know he is not worth the tears but you can't tell someone that when they are in love. As far as I'm concerned he is nothing but an immature boy who has no balls and no idea how much she loves him. If he wanted a puppet he could control for a girlfriend he picked the wrong woman. Don't fall in love with a strong, independent, beautiful woman and expect her to roll around at your feet begging for your forgiveness for something everyone does that inflicted no harm and was more of a drunk annoyance than anything. And don't pick one that has a crazy best friend because if I ever see you again, I will lash you with my tongue until you cry.

Sap is a little bitch and the way he's treating Yommey makes me wanna drive to his town and do a two-for-one special on an ass whooping for him and Q. You don't think he deserves that? Let me break it down for a second and see if you don't want to hop on the Asshole Beatdown Express with me. He was supposed to call her when he got off work so they could talk. He texts her and says he's working late and not sure what time he'll get off. This is a copout clear as day. Even if you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, you can't. Why? Because he can't text when he's at work. And when she responds to this text it becomes a mini text war between them. As fast as she can send them, he is replying with some jackass comment. He's not at work. He is breaking up with her over text. Over text!! What kind of man does that? After 16 years of friendship, months of dating and claiming he loved her in a way that was unparalleled by anything he had ever felt before he breaks up with her over text? Grow some fucking balls, dude! For real. You are not a man. You are a coward. She cannot believe this is happening. I tell her my theory. He has been pushing her away for nearly two weeks. I think he was looking to get out and because she sent him some drunk texts, he is totally blowing it out of proportion and using it as his out. This way he can make it all her fault and he looks like the victim. No way, Jose. Nice try but it ain't going down like that. He doesn't bother to call her. Apparently, he worked all night long.