I Never Claimed to be the Queen of Tact...

"You're my chance at something better, I'm not going to let go of you- I will hold on for all I'm worth. I know I was an ass. I was wrong, I am sorry."

This would be the words that came out of The Man's mouth on Sunday morning, after a night of being a COMPLETE and utter dick weed.

I broke up with him over it.

For the record, I do not believe that using a relationship as leverage in an argument is ever okay. I don't agree with people who use break-ups or a divorce for leverage. When I broke up with him, I was fully prepared to NOT be with him. The sad part? I wasn't even heart-broken.

We've been up and down for the last four months. That being said;

This is what happened Saturday night:

It was a long day at work. He was at a retirement party. I was to meet him there after work around 9pm. (actually I was his safe, drunken ride home). I had been pretty sick over the past couple of weeks, so for the first time since then- I got all sexy. I wore my stilettos, a long-line tight top, contacts, make-up and straight shiny hair. I was armed and dangerous.

What do you know? When I got there he ignored me all fucking night.

I have no problem makin friends or talking to perfect strangers. THAT is exactly what I did. Finally some friends showed up that I knew. They only stayed for a bit before heading to a bar for drinks downtown. By that time it was already 11pm, and I was ready to go. The Man was clearly drunk on the other side of the room, and the canned beer provided was taking it's toll of my stomach. I went up to him, kissed his cheek and asked him if we could go for drinks a M Bar before last call. It took him a good thirty minutes to make his way out, he's a social butterfly- VERY much so!

The whole drive to the bar, he said nothing to me. I asked him randomness about his day and the people at the party. He only could give me yes or no answered. It sucked. Since I am a woman, I was racking my brains (yes I have two). I was going through the previous two days to see if there is anything I MAY have done to piss him off. I came up with nothing. hmmm

Once we arrived at the bar, we met up with our friends who had already scored a patio table right next to the fireplace. He proceeded to talk to Jay (about work) all night long, with a brief pause to kick some deuchebags ass in the bathroom. Don't ask- he's scrappy- I got nothin. This bar- is 'our bar', they don't kick us out, ever... only other people.

It was almost last call. The lady that sells roses (every downtown has one) walked up to our table. My Man rudely ignored her, as always. Right as she began to walk away, Jay pulled out his wallet to buy his chick some flowers- it was really sweet. The only thing was, Jay bought TWO bouquets of roses. Right in front of me, he gave one bouquet to My Man and said, "Give them to her".

My Man, awkwardly handed the bouquet to me. I was confused.

This all took place right in front of me, so I said, "Thanks? Jay?"

This utterly pissed The Man off.

Fucking Great.

He promptly went to 'go smoke' on the other patio. For the record, we were already on the patio. He could've smoked right there. He instead went out of his way to show everyone he was pissed at me.

Nice.

I hate that shit.

By the time he got back from smoking, on the other patio, it was last call. We tabbed out and left. Once we got in the car, I turned the car on, popped the car in neutral and pulled the e-brake up. I was not driving off until I knew what I did wrong.

Me: "Before I drive anywhere, I need to know what is going on? Why are you so fucking angry? What did I do to you NOW?" (I never claimed to be the Queen of Tact)

The Man: " You just don't get it. I would by you flowers EVERY day if I could afford it..... You are the most un-grateful, and cold person I know."(attempting to play the wounded puppy- which IS NOT attractive)

Me: "But you didn't even BUY the flowers- are you serious?"

The Man: "Forget it. Jay was doing something nice for me. I am going to pay him back. All you could do is thank him? You are such a bitch. "

Me: "Oh, okay. Um... I was one foot away from BOTH of you. You had no idea Jay was going to do that. It was sweet, I wanted to make sure I thanked him--- which was weird. (Jay is a fucking Jew with his money... unless he's drinking, which was clearly the case)

The Man: "Like I said forget it. You missed the point."

Me: "I am sitting here, in this car, until you explain it to me. I can't believe we are fighting over THIS. If I fucked up, I'd like to make it right." ( This was my attempt at burrying the hatchet)

(There was a loooong pause)

The Man: "You couldn't even say thank-you Jen. I am broke right now, I can't buy you flowers like I'd like to all the time. You always kick me when I'm down."

Me: "But I DID say thank-you. I'm sorry I didn't say thank-you... TO YOU. I saw Jay buy the flowers. I was confused. YOU KNOW I don't want or NEED flowers from you. I want all the FREE shit you can give me. Today, until you handed me the damn flowers, you hadn't even LOOKED at me, let alone said anything all night. All I've EVER want from you, is friendship and affection. Lately, you couldn't be bothered......this is bullshit."

At this point I began driving. This clearly wasn't going anywhere.

The Man: "You don't want flowers?" (he held the flowers up)

Me: "No, I want YOU"

The Man: "Fine." (HE rolled down my window and THREW them out the window.)

Me: "WHAT THE FUCK?" ( I slammed on my breaks, threw the car in reverse, e-braked again, got out and picked up every last one of my flowers. There were two cars behind me. I think they were entertained, nobody honked. I threw them in the car.)

Me: "I'm done. I'm done with fighting with you. I'm done with us.... I AM done. Don't come knocking on my door tomorrow to apologize for being a dick. Don't tell me you were drunk. I am pretty sure you know damn well what you are doing. If you want to be miserable, be miserable ON YOUR OWN and stop blaming me for MAKING you fucking miserable. If I wanted to MAKE you MISERABLE- TRUST ME YOU'D KNOW......"

Like I said.. I'm not the Queen of tact- don't corner me, cause I bite!

There was complete silence THE WHOLE drive home, which was perfectly fine with me. He walked into his apartment without a word, and I did the same. The only sound was my stilettos clicking defiantly down the walkway.... (we are neighbors, this complicates things mostly).