After my birthday, things went smoothly with me and Derik for awhile. I moved out of the apartment that I was still sharing with Chris and into my mom's house again. I left the apartment after making an agreement with Chris and Mike that they would take over the rent payments until the lease was up, and then it wouldn't be my problem anymore. The problem was, Chris still didn't have a job, and Mike wasn't making enough to pay the bills.
So a month went by, and I got a call from the apartment complex telling me that rent hadn't been paid, and when was I going to be able to pay it? I called Chris and asked if he was going to pay it, and he said that he didn't have it (which didn't come as a surprise to me) and so I told him to pack his stuff and he needed to be out the next day. I went over to the apartment the next day to make sure that he was packing and he was... but he was furious with me. He was cussing me out while I supervised his packing, and even threw a couple of large books my way... he only stopped throwing stuff when I threatened to call the police. I felt bad about kicking him out, but I had taken care of this man for 2 years! And even after breaking up with him, I was still trying to make sure he was going to be okay by letting him stay in my apartment! Once he started throwing stuff at me, I snapped. I told him what a piece of crap he was and that he wasn't my problem anymore and left.
The following week, I went back to the apartment to make sure everything was out... and it was... except that when he left, he didn't lock the door. It was apparent by the large pile of poo in the middle of the floor that someone had been in there since he left. It stunk and was trashed and I had to clean it. I called him and was furious, thinking that he, or one of his friends, who all hated me now, had taken a dump in the middle of the floor as a kind of parting gift. He swore up and down that he had no part in the trashing of the apartment and agreed to come help me clean up. To this day, I still don't know if it was dog poo, or human poo, but I made him clean it up, since he is the one who left the door unlocked.
We spent the entire day cleaning out the apartment, which would have been much easier had the electricity still been on. He bleached and windexed everything, while I swept the entire carpet floor since I couldn't use a vacuum cleaner. After hours of this, it looked about as good as it was going to, and I was confident that I wouldn't be charged a ton of money for clean up, on top of having to break my lease. I still ended up having to pay around $2000 dollars to the apartment complex for breaking the lease plus damages.When we were done, we stepped out on the patio we had shared, and smoked one last blunt there together "for old time's sake". It was a bittersweet kind of goodbye, and after I went home, I cried one last time over the loss of our relationship.
I feel like I need to put a little disclaimer in the story right about now, and I'm going to be completely honest and real with everyone who is reading. This next part of my story is all about the relationship I had with Derik. I DON'T like this man. I think he is a manipulative, horrible person and just about as fake as anyone could possibly be. That being said, I did not write this entire blog as a roundabout way to drag his name through the dirt. He is not the main character; rather, he plays a very small part in a story about me. Yes, I will be talking about some of the things he did, and lied about, and put me through, and once again, this is not to bash him, or make him look bad. It's more or less to illustrate what I was willing to deal with because I didn't think I deserved better. If anything I write portrays him in a less than flattering light, well, that's not my intention. I'm only going to write the truth, because no matter how hard a pill it is for me to swallow, Jesus loves Derik just as much as he loves everyone else and died for him just as much as he died for me. I will try to be as objective and kind as possible, but if a bit of bitterness comes through from time to time, just know that I am trying.
I'll write again as soon as possible. I'm going to have a baby any day now, so it might be awhile. Pray for me!!
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