Monday, March 17, 2008

The Fight- Part 2

I first have to say that I think Mr. H is a very handsome and incredibly sexy man :-) He got his feelings hurt when he read I thought he was ugly. But you have to understand that when I first met him, he was not my type, he was in another relationship, and I was in the middle of lusting over a huge crush. Oh, Corey!

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Okay, where did I leave off? Oh, that's right the date we went on where I convinced myself we were only friends. My curfew was at 10pm (how lame is that?) so around 9:30 we started to head out towards the parking lot. We went downtown and there is very limited parking there, so we parked in a church parking lot and walked about a block to our destination. (I can't even think of the name of the place). As we were walking down the street in the direction of Mr. H's truck, HOLDING HANDS, AN and her friend come walking towards us! "Holy shit" is all I could think of at the time!

We are now in front of the church at the time and she (crazy-ass AN) comes charging at me like a bull screaming at the top of her lungs "You B*tch!" over and over and over. In front of a church! (God, that's so embarrassing- I can't believe I'm telling this story!) She separated us and wanted us to tell her what was going on. Her friend just stood to the side and kept saying I wasn't worth it. I guess she felt compelled to add in her two cents. She asked both of us, separately, if we had kissed. Mr. H (in true guy fashion) lied and told her no. She then asked me and since I didn't know what Mr. H had said and because I didn't want to lie to her, I said yes. Big mistake! I should have lied, but we were in front of a church! She wasn't pissed at him. Oh no, she was mad at me. Mr. H didn't do anything wrong, it was all my fault. Isn't that how it usually goes?

So this is where "the fight" comes into play. She leaned into me and grabbed my hair and started pulling it! She pulled out chunks of my hair and she tried to bang my head on the stone wall we were sitting on, but she didn't. I did not fight her, but I pushed her off of me. I wasn't going to tackle her down (although I could have) and beat her ass just because she was beating mine. I was at fault and I understood why she was angry with me. I guess you can say I deserved it. She pulled off my necklace and threw it into the street (in front of a church!) and repeatedly called me obscene names. Some would say that I didn't defend myself, but I'm not a fighter- I'm a lover. Where was Mr. H in all of this drama? Sitting on the sidelines watching I guess. **Mr. H, if you're reading this (and I know you are), where were you and why didn't you try to protect me you jerk?!? And don't just laugh it off, I want an answer. I deserve one after all these years, don't ya think? And don't say "I'm here now and that's all that matters" either, cause that ain't gonna cut it.**

After she calmed down slightly, from raging bull to a calmer raging bull, she insisted she and her friend take me home. She didn't want Mr. H to be anywhere near me. Are you kidding? If I had gone with her, I would not be here today typing on this blog. She probably would have run over me and left me on the side of the road to die like roadkill. Obviously, it was an easy choice for me- I went home with Mr. H. I didn't cry or say a single word the whole way home. By this time, it was well past my curfew and my mom was pissed. Once I saw my mom, I cried like a big baby. For the longest time, my mom did not like Mr. H because she said he wasn't a man and didn't step up for me. She was right. But things have changed and he is an awesome husband and I'm so lucky to have him. Really, I think he should be lucky to have me.

The next day, AN called me up and said we could still be friends (oh lucky me!), if I left Mr. H alone. She and Mr. H (according to her) were going to work things out and get back together. She felt she couldn't trust me around him anymore. I told her that I would leave him alone, but that I couldn't guarantee he would leave me alone. And as you know, he's still bothering me to this day. He called me the next day to see if I was okay and he came over to see me. I was fine, but my head was a little sore. Later that day or the next day, he walked next door and gave AN all her stuff back and they called it quits. She was heartbroken all over again. We started to hang out more and more "as friends" until it turned into some thing more. Since then, there haven't been any more fights. And in case you're wondering, AN turned into a coke whore and started hanging out with some really odd people. I don't know what she's doing today, but every once in awhile, when we go to my in-laws house, she'll be next door visiting her grandmother. If she sees Mr. H, she'll wave at him and smile (when I'm not there of course).

Moral of the story: Don't cheat and get caught! No, I'm just kidding, I do not advocate infidelity. Truthfully though, do not stop in front of a church or you'll get your ass beat! I really do believe though that we are meant to be together, and even though we have a slightly sad and hilarious story about how we met, things worked out because we followed our hearts. Awww!


Mr. H said...

To answer the question, I believe I was talking to "the friend of AN" when it all went down. My back was to the whole situation and didn't see it. That was probably on purpose on her part so AN could kick your butt without me seeing. I'm sorry I didn't help but I didn't know.

Monica H said...

Somehow, I'm still not satisfied by that answer.

wannabe mom said...

OMG! all of that in front of a church! i'm glad you and mr. h ended up together, and he should have broken it off with crack whore way before you two started dating. :) (we girls stick together!)

Anonymous said...

You could have been on Jerry Springer..lol Atleast you ended up together and its a good thing he drove you home.

The Nanny said...

Wow...I have a newfound respect for you, missy! :-)

I'm glad things worked out in the end!

Rachel said...

I've never been in a fight, guess I'm lucky.

Glad everything worked out with Mr. H though.

meg said...

Wow, you weren't kidding about the fight. That is crazy. And I'm going to believe Mr. H. I'm sure he would have defended you, if he had known.