Married but Miserable

The point of this story is why she thinks I’m bi-polar.  And she has every right to.  Because I do in fact go from loving her to hating her at the flick of a switch.  The problem is, it is her fault.

Why don’t I leave her you may ask?  I have no fucking idea.

The story begins some year and a half ago when I was the sweetest and nicest person that this person has ever had the pleasure of dating.  I was always on time.  Always dressed up.  Always ready to go out.  I used to actually enjoy driving a hour to hang out with her because of the fact that she was a pleasure to be around.  (but for those who don’t know me I am a very tough person to deal with because everything has to be my way and I don’t see anything wrong with that)  So, here we are a few months into the relationship when I realize that this person has yet to offer to pay for anything.  Now, by no means am I broke or poor, but it is the principal of the matter.  I mean, geez, I’ve dated strippers, hookers, c-list celebrities and all these people have at least offered to pay for something (whether it be coach check or dinner).  It doesn’t matter what they offered to pay for because I never let them pay, but it was the fact that they at least offered. Even if they did the fake out, which is when a girl fakes it like she is reaching for her purse but all along expecting you to pay.  I actually appreciate the fake out because it is funny.

So anyway, here we are out to dinner one night and I casually mention the fact that she has yet to offer to pay for anything.  Gentlemen, I have never seen a girl turn ready like this before in my life.  She had to balls to tell me “What kind of guy expects a girl to pay?  Only immature guys expect girls to pay.”  I had no response to this.  I was in a state of shock for a second.  So, I had no idea what to do or so.  I turned to her and said, “wow, I’m glad your parents raised you right.”  I then took the bill and paid and took her home, only to ignore her calls for the next couple days.  Then, like an asshole, I answered the phone.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that.  I’ve just never had anyone say anything like that to me.”  Now, this girl’s family is poor, but she makes $110k a year so fuck that.  Ever since that day things started to change.  My constantly getting dressed up and ready to take her out changed to me wearing jeans and a t shirt and going to the local bar so I could get liquored up.  Me going down to see her, turned to me going down to sleep in her bed and then sleep with her and then go back home.  Me always being on time turned to me making pit stops along the way to hang out with my boys.

So, now the “bi-polar” conversation.  I still love this girl, but at the same time I think she is a piece of shit.  So I go from telling her how much I love her to telling her how miserable she makes me.  So when she is nice, I love her, but when she reminds me how much of a bitch she is, I hate her and therefore tear her apart.  So, she now things I am bi-polar.  I’m not bi-polar hun, I just think your an awful girlfriend who on occasion actually makes me happy.  The times I tell you that I love you and care about you are the times when I just don’t give a fuck about you anymore…that’s the best part.

Ps. her parents have taken notice that all I do now is come down and sleep in her bed and then go home…they told her that all I use her for is to screw, yet they still let me in their house to date her…what a set of parents you have sweetheart, they admit to you that they think the only reason I am with you is to screw yet they still let me in your house…haha what a joke