Thursday, September 30, 2021
Tell Me Your Lobe Lies
Monday was our anniversary. My bar is set so low that it actually was one of the better of the past 4 years because this year he wasn’t on a date, phone or screwing some other woman. He did nothing else to replace bad memories including not even saying happy anniversary. To be fair neither did I but then I’m not the one that needs to show up differently. On Wednesday he texted me that he forgot to say happy anniversary on Tuesday..I texted back that it was actually Monday but it was fine. He replies that he meant Monday but we weren’t getting along “haha”. I replied “haha”. Because adding that was an unnecessary excuse instead of just admitting he forgot. He was off work early Tuesday and again last night (Wednesday). He’s sitting out in the living room sniffling claiming a runny nose from walking in cool air. Nah. It’s coke. I know it. He’s 5’10 and weighs 143. But I don’t say anything. Then this morning he sneaks through my room into my bathroom. There’s an old grinder in there he uses for coke. As he snuck back out I didn’t say anything just peeped out and watched him try to silently close my door. I’m a light sleeper. So once he’s gone I get up and check and see and sure enough the grinder is gone. It’s 445am. I go back to bed…and he sneaks in again and goes into the bathroom again. I ask him why he keeps going in and out of my room and he replies that he had to use the bathroom. This is an astoundingly stupid lie since there’s a bathroom next to his room that he uses and no one else is in there! So he goes into the bathroom, shuts the door. Then about 8 seconds later noisily closes the lid (something he NEVER does in the other bathroom) then flushes. As if a guy could unzip and pee in that time. Plus there’s a door gap and no fan and you can hear anyone peeing - my bed is right outside the door. He didn’t. So as he comes out and is passing by the end of my bed on his way to the bedroom door I say “it’s not like I don’t know you took the grinder and are lying”. He answers that he had to use the bathroom then says “what the fuck do you care” and exits the room. I check and sure enough the grinder is put back. He comes back 10 minutes later and says the 2nd time he came in to tell me goodbye but “I make it uncomfortable all the time” - again absurd since he went straight to the bathroom and headed straight back out. I called bullshit though and told him he just didn’t like getting caught lying …I don’t think he even heard it though over him bitching out loud to himself about me. I didn’t say anything else. After he left for work he texts me and tells me his co worker gave him a bump yesterday so “ya he wanted to use the grinder”. Why not just say that originally? Because he’s a liar? Whether he needs to or not? And yet it’s obvious he was doing it the night before. If I were to guess by the way he kept sniffing I’d say he probably did some all day and some in the evening. Whatever he had this morning was just what he had left. And why would you grind a “little bump”. That would mean it was really a “little rock”. Anyways the whole point of this is not really what he was doing or the unhealthiness (he already smokes an oz of weed a week and 2 packs of cigs a day) but about the lying. The chronic compulsive lying. His frontal lobe has got to be damaged.
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