Everything with Matt was going swimmingly, at least to any outsider. For two weeks he was the ever amazing Matt I adored at the start. Yes, there were times when he might have went a bit overboard, but he definitely made the changes I had asked for. He was fun to be around, easier to talk to, interested in more than football and Law & Order, cleaning up after himself, giving me some space (at times), and just getting back into my good graces.
I noticed him starting to slip yesterday. Yes, maybe I might have been testing my limits, pushing some buttons, but that’s not the point. It was so easy to see how badly he wanted to yell at me over a quirk of mine I have had my entire life, but he caught himself. All was well, he went to work for his twelve hour shift, called me when he left work that night and soon enough he was asking me if I would go with him to the grocery store to get some rolls. I have two issues with this – he was just at the grocery store to pick up cheese, and he was driving past another grocery store before coming to the apartment. Whatever. I went with him and did not bitch. I did, however, bitch when he refused to use the self-checkout, because he didn’t know how to. I said I couldn’t hold his hand forever, and he had to be a big boy. He pouted, he tried to get his way, but I was victorious.
Anyway, we come back here, eat, chat, relax. American Idol came on at 8pm, which is my free pass to go to sleep, but this time he wanted to lay with me in bed and watch his show as I slept. Again, whatever.
I wake up a little before 2 and tried to get out of bed without waking him. No dice. He asked where I was going, I explained I wanted to lay in the living room and watch TV, but he asked for me to stay in bed and watch it in the bedroom. No. I said I didn’t want to disturb him, and before he could protest, I was up and out. Well, he said he was going to come join me, and that he did. We sat on the futon, I was getting angry, because the early morning hours are my peaceful quiet hours, and he couldn’t understand this. I went into my secret venting room (the bathroom), texted some friends, and when I came out – he went in. I heard the shower water running and thought that would be my chance to get some freedom. I peeked my head in the door and said I was going to Sheetz. I asked if he wanted anything and he told me to wait for him, because he wanted to go with. Grrr. Now I am just livid.
So, we went to Sheetz in silence, came home and ate in silence, and then he started his speech. He has changed so much, blah blah blah, I am not appreciative, blah blah blah, there is nothing more he can do, because he has done everything I asked of, yadda yadda yadda. I’m a bad person (in not so many words). He bitched until 4am and finally went to to bed, but not before telling me he’s going to his mother’s in the morning and didn’t want me to go anywhere until after he got back (which means to stay there not only when he was at his mother’s, but while he was sleeping, too). I was sick and tired of talking to him at this point, so I just nodded my head and told him to go to bed.
He woke up, left to go to his mother’s, came back and off we went. First was to Wal-Mart, then to Staples. Anything I looked at, he tried not to bitch about. I’ll give him props there. We come back to the apartment, he yells at me for something stupid, and asks if we can go to Taco Bell. Well, who am I to turn down that place, so I agreed. Well, somehow going to Taco Bell turned into going to Cabelas for a fucking hour. Hi, I work tonight, jerk! The entire time, he complained about my driving, which is now a giant pet peeve of mine. “Make your turns like this”, “don’t do that, “pass this guy now”, “you’re going too fast”, etc. etc. etc. Grrrrrrr.
So, he went from being the guy I wanted him to be, to becoming this overbearing freak that is annoying the ever living piss out of me.
it’s seems like he slipped back into “matt mode” again when he told you how to drive. just saying. i am curious what he yelled at you for