Whoa! Its been a long time. Busy? Yes. Happy? For awhile. Spied on? All the damn fucking time!
Perhaps someone looking over my shoulder 24/7 has prevented me from writing. Well thank god it is almost over!
I have been in a relationship with a person named Jen. I thought this was the one. The love of my life. Everything was great until Christmas 2009. I wanted to go over to a friends house and spend some time with them. Seeing how I hadn't seen them in a while. Jen got really upset that I went over there. I really didn't think anything of it until New Years Day when we have nothing whatsoever planned and I went and got a tattoo. It took six hours. She was angry when I got home. I asked her what was wrong she said nothing. I continued to see friends (rarely) I might add because I could see how upset she got.
Then one day I had to get away so I told her a lie. She would have to accept me going out to dinner with my own mother right??? Instead I went out with friends. She found out. Now Id like to state for the record that I am by any means proud of telling her a lie. Believe me. But I knew if I told her I wanted to hang out with some friends she would go ape shit! We got into a big fight. She said she couldn't trust me. Ok I accept that. I told her that I no longer wanted to be with her anymore. I can't handle her being so possesive and jealous. Not to mention I have zero privacy and time to myself. All my freedom had been taken away. I can't have any hobbies on my own because she always wants to be there. She said she wasn't going without a fight. So months went by.
I few weeks ago I went out with a friend and Jen followed me. When I got home Jen wasn't home. I was watching a movie when she finally arrived. She said that she knew where I was and wanted to know if I had a thing going with the person I went out with. I said no. She asked if I wanted something to be going on and again I said no. I told her that it was over and I didn't want to be with her anymore. She needs to find another place to live because I am not going to be out again on the streets once again.
FINALLY she gets it! But it is taking her a long time to get her shit together and move! I can't handle the constant questions. Where are you going? Who are you with? Etc etc! It is driving me crazy. I want my life back. I want my privacy back. I want my space back!
I had to write this fast in fear that she will be home at any moment and see what I am writing!