More Drama!

Jah didn't call, but simply showed up. For those of you paying attention, and interested, here is how it went.

Jah - "Hi baby"
He leans in for the expected French-Kissing-Frenzy I always greet him with. I pull the I-wouldn't-touch-you-with-a-ten-foot-pole head jerk, I took a step back and address him again.

Me - "Hi, I am mad at you.'

Jah - "Why?" For a minute it is like he actually has no idea why I am mad. Arrrgh!

Me - "Where is your cell phone?"

Jah - "I don't know, I think I lost it."

Me - "You left it in Montclair two nights ago, you left it at I___'s house"

Jah - "I was there yes, but I thought I had lost it."

Me - "I know, because I called you on saturday morning and she answered."

Jah - "What? She knows not to answer my phone."
I must be stupid or something. Maybe it is the vapors from his dick , but I am beginning to feel a little foolish about getting mad. But he is not upset like I am that he actually was there and that he left his phone.

Me - "That isn't the point. You slept over there, you left your phone and she answered. Why were you there? What gives her the right to answer your phone?

Anyway, I dumped him a few minutes later, I was tired for the eloborate stories and explainations for everything and being the very last person to find out vital information.

I mean here is I am, the very last person to find out that he shares an apartment with his ex (Yes folks, that damned word again, "SHARES"). He owns half a business with her! They were together for 12 years, lived together for 9, and engaged for 1! Does anyone else have a problem with tis scenario.

So I told him, "either you move out, and get a new phone", because they are sharing a phone plan! (there it is again) or I don't deal with him again. His excuse (because at this point it is an excuse) It is cheaper to...you guessed it ladies and gentlemen...SHARE!

With all this sharing there leaves very little for me to have and I am suposed to give 100%. I am the OTHER woman, I am the third party to this triangle and it is an uncomfortable place to be. I am in the dark about all the little details that make up his life. He comes to my house and is stressed out and does not talk to me about it. It is nothing!, he says. I guess he is too tired from all of the sharing he has been doing with her.

So, I had to say goodbye, I am frustrated and tired and years from now when I recall the drama for my youth I don't what to sputter through this portion out of embarassment over my weakness for him.

Part of me wants to believe that this situation can work but it bothers me to my very core that this is the situation that my 35 year old boyfriend chooses for him and I.

After we talked for a while I took him up to my place and...I am truly a sucker for a good dick.

PS. Then I broke up with his ass!