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Monday, August 22, 2016

A Hard Lesson Learned (Part 1): LUBBOCK

I went through something that I never thought could ever happen. Especially, to me. And I’m writing about it, because that’s how I get things out of my mind. I’m also writing about it because I feel people should hear my story and maybe learn from my experience and my mistakes.

This story is about a relationship that I recently ended, which turned into a nightmare, but could have ended up being worst. But I’m lucky, and I am blessed, to have an amazing family that supports me and stands by my side no matter what life throws my way.

And let’s just say life threw me a hell of a curve ball.

So I’ll start from the beginning and sort of sum up what has happened in the past year. I moved to Lubbock in November 2014, I didn’t know anybody other than my brother and I was trying desperately to get over an old boyfriend. I started doing the online dating thing and started meeting guys. At first none of the guys I met were serious, but I made friends with some and others got the boot.

In June 2015, I met a guy on a dating site that seemed super nice, and we seemed to have a lot in common. We started chatting through the dating ap, and the day before my birthday (June 23) we finally met in person.

He was quiet and shy but seemed nice, I was nervous and so was he, but what do you expect? He told me he had a two-year-old son, was recently divorced and had just moved to Lubbock around the same time I did. That first night he told me that he would drive to-and-from Tucson, Ariz. to see his son, and that sometimes he would bring his son back with him to Texas. I remember thinking to myself, “what a dedicated dad.”

We continued to hang out with each other and started dating later on. We then ended up doing the relationship thing in November 2015 ... I made him wait on the whole “I’m your girlfriend and you’re my boyfriend thing” I remember him asking me to be his girlfriend just two weeks after meeting me for the first time.

So I had a boyfriend and it was nice. I had someone to hang out with, do stuff with and my family seemed to like him. He was nice, never a jerk or ‘asshole-ish,’ and things had been good for the most part.

But there was an incident in October 2015. We had planned a trip with my parents to go to Dallas for a football game and hit up Six Flags. So I told him that I would pay for the football game tickets if he would pay for the Six Flags tickets, my parents were nice enough to take care of the hotel room. He told me yes and said he wanted to buy us season passes to Six Flags, because they were having a good deal and we’d make an effort to visit Dallas more often if we bought them. I had no problem with that so he told me that he purchased them.

When we got to Dallas, and right before we were about to head out to Six Flags, he told me that he hadn’t bought the tickets, but that he would buy them at that moment. His credit card was denied so I ended up having to pay for the Six Flags tickets, along with the football tickets I had already bought and it turned out that he had no money at all with him so now the whole cost of the trip fell on my shoulders. I was pissed! But he apologized and he ended up paying me back when we got back to Lubbock.

For Christmas, he came home with me to spend the holidays with my family. When we got to my parents house everyone was busy cooking and baking so I started to help. We needed a small carton of milk so I asked him if he could run to the store for me and buy some, well it turned out he did not even have $1.50 on him to buy a small carton of milk ... he had nothing. So of course, I was very disappointed but didn’t make a big deal because it was Christmas Eve. But I thought to myself, “How does this guy go on trips with no money? How am I supposed to rely on him? What if we had an emergency? He wouldn’t be able to help.” But I let go, after I had given him a piece of my mind.

Before Christmas, we found out that the Texas Tech Football team had made it to a Bowl Game in Houston against the LSU Tigers (my favorite team) and tickets were super cheap. So I told him that I was going to take my brother, as a Christmas gift, and I asked him if he wanted to go. I told him I knew that money would be tight since it was right after Christmas, but that it would be a quick trip — go to the game and come back. He said yes, let’s go. So again I told him I would buy the tickets for the game if he could take care of the hotel room in Houston for one night. He told me yes, and that he took care of it.

When we end up in Houston, he didn’t pay the hotel room so I ended up having to pay for it, and luckily they still had rooms available. I was infuriated, because this was already the second time he had done that to me, and it’s one thing to do it to me, but another to do it to my brother. What was I supposed to tell my brother, “Sorry, I guess we’re gonna have to sleep in the truck.” Hell no!

After the Houston thing, he payed me back and we made things work, but my faith and trust in him was completely broken.

February came around, and those of you who know me well know I hate Valentine’s Day. But since I had a boyfriend for the first time during that holiday I got a little excited for it, especially after he told me what big plans he had for that day and how fun it would be. The only thing I told him that I wanted was for him to take me to see the Little Mermaid Musical ... I told him that I would be completely content if we just did that. He said yes, but said we’re going to do dinner and all this other romantic nonsense he kept promising. Well on the day before Valentine’s Day my mom and aunt decide to join us for the Little Mermaid show. My aunt bought all of our tickets, but I told her that he would pay her back since technically it was my Valentine’s Day gift. She said okay. But when he showed up to go to the show he didn’t have the money and told me he would get it. He never paid my aunt so I paid her before she left town. He did pay me back later but it sucked that he just never seemed to have anything together.

He did nothing for me on Valentine’s Day ... no dinner that he promised, no romantic gestures... nothing. I had bought him some chocolates and a framed picture of us from the Dallas football game and I gave it to him, after I did he told me he would be back ... I knew he was going to run to the  store and try to find something to buy me. At that point I told him that I didn’t want anything he was going to go try to buy ... I didn’t want to feel like an after-thought. He later told me that his ex-wife stole his money from his bank account and that’s why he couldn’t do anything for me on Valentine’s Day.

Jumping forward to April, one of my friends had a wedding planned in California, and I was going to do everything in my power to go. After getting burned by him on trips I was hesitant to invite him but I did anyway. I mean who wants to go to a wedding alone, especially when you have a significant other? So I ended up inviting him and I let him know about it months in advance so we could save money, since it was going to be a longer trip and a more costly trip.

We bought our plane tickets and booked one of the hotel rooms that we were going to stay in. I bought us tickets to visit Universal Studios in L.A. and he agreed he’d pay for our car rental. Everything seemed like it was going well, I was saving money and so was he. Our flight was leaving from Dallas, so we planned to make the five hour drive early in the morning the day we left. But the night before our big California trip, he called me and told me that he had to go into work and was going to work all night. I told him that he had to be back in Lubbock by 8 a.m. because that’s when we were getting on the road — 10 a.m. was the latest we could leave to be able to catch our 4 p.m. flight.

So I woke up at 6 a.m. texted him and called him and he told me he was on his way back to Lubbock. I got in the shower, got ready and packed the last few things I needed. By the time I was ready it was about 7 to 7:30 a.m. and he still hadn’t showed up. So I called him ... no answer. I texted him ... and he tells me he just got to his apartment. 8:30 a.m. he is still not there. I’m calling him and calling him ... no answer. His texts say I’m on my way. 9:30 a.m. still not there, and at this point I am beyond pissed and freaking out because we have to get on the road to Dallas to make the flight. I’m calling, and calling and calling and he finally answers ... I’m in tears at this point because I am so mad. He says I’m about to be there and I ask him what the hell is going on?

He shows up and I’m waiting in the parking lot. He gets out and tells me that his apartment got robbed and all his money for our California trip was stolen. I completely lose it. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. I didn’t know what to do other than get on the road, because I knew that I was not going to miss this wedding.

So I told him you need to tell me if you’re staying or you’re going because I’m leaving. He went ... With not a single cent to his name. He went ... Knowing that all of our trips expenses would have to be taken care of by me. He went ... Knowing that I would barely have enough money to get us through that trip and that I would have to pay for the car rental now and the other hotel we were going to stay, all of our meals, gas ... everything. And he still chose to go.

We got on the road, and I broke up with him probably 20 miles after we got out of Lubbock. I told him that we were done, that he was the most unreliable person I had ever met and that I couldn’t do it anymore. We got to Dallas at 3:30 p.m. the security check-in took us 45 minutes. The only reason we made our flight was because it was delayed. When we boarded that plane all I could do was cry. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. We made it to L.A. and at that point I just had to make the best out of the trip. That trip was extremely stressful and the only reason I got through it was because of my mom and dad. My mom called one of our hotels and paid for it and she wired me some extra money. I will be eternally grateful for that, because my family was struggling financially at the time due to the oil industry doing so poorly. But God-willingly, I got through that trip and was able to see my friend get married.

When we got back to Lubbock, after California, we had done a lot of talking during the trip about what would happen. He apologized and told me he would pay me back for his half of the trip. He begged me to not break up with him. So I told him, yes, he would have to pay me back, because I had bills to pay and I told him that I needed a break from him, but at that point I knew that I couldn’t be with him anymore.

I had completely lost all my trust in him ... how could I stay with someone that I couldn’t count on?

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

PROMPT 21: Something I Can't Seem To Get Over.

Well this one is a tough one to write.

But not because there is something lingering in my life that I just can't get over. It's because in the past year or so I've surprisingly been able to let things go in a timely fashion and just keep truckin' on.

I used to hold onto things so tightly ... Like a couple of years ago I made the mistake of not completely letting go of a relationship and I ended up spending months and months in misery not being able to get over him and heal.

But as I've gotten a bit older, I've learned that life keeps going and it's not going to stop just because you feel like you can't deal with it.

Life is too short to put too much energy in not getting over something or someone. You waste so much time and there is so many better things you could be doing with that "getting over it" time.

So I say Live, Be Happy, Surround Yourself with Good Things and Quality People so that you don't have to get over anything.

Monday, February 15, 2016

The Last Argument I had (Prompt 20)

It was on the day of love, with someone I love.
It really sucked. Mainly because I don’t even like Valentine’s Day and my hopes were raised this year with promises of a fun day. And it just didn’t happen at all.
I was more disappointed that I built up these high expectations and they weren’t meet at all.
I’ve never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with and so I figured that this year since I did I would get to experience what everybody that is in a relationship each year experiences.
He said he had a plan, but that it didn’t go his way.
It was awkward because I gave him the valentine gift I was excited to give to him and the “Oh Shit” look on his face is one I probably will never forget.
He thanked me and then told me that he would be right back, and I knew that he was going to go to some store and try to scramble some last minute Valentine’s Day gift. And I let that hurt my feelings.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t upset because I didn’t get a gift, I was upset because I felt like I was an after-thought — that I wasn’t someone special enough to take the time and consideration to do a little something for.
So I told him that I didn’t want anything that he was going to get.
We sat in my living room for an hour, he watched TV and I read a book.
And then we started arguing.
He said that his plan was ruined because my family was in town in the morning and that he was going to show up with flowers.
I told him I was sorry my family was there, but that I didn’t understand why they were a problem since they left early in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time for the two of us to celebrate the holiday.
He apologized and said he was an idiot and wanted to make up for it.
I didn’t let him because I felt like anything he did was out of guilt.
I cried. He cried.
And I went to bed feeling like I’m not the kind of girl that deserves the all that silly romanticism ... Maybe that isn’t in my cards, because no one has ever shown me that or done anything like that for me.
I was even more mad at myself for getting wrapped up in the excitement of Valentine’s Day all for nothing. I was looking forward to finally having someone to spend it with, especially someone that for weeks kept talking about how much fun it was going to be.
I have to admit that Valentine’s Day is a lot easier when I was single not expecting anything from anyone.
I know that I’ll get over it and that we’ll move on.
But I don’t know if I was in the wrong for getting so upset and feeling so disappointed.

Monday, November 9, 2015

PROMPT 19: Something that never fails to make me feel better ...

- Damian, my brother.
- Puppy kisses and snuggles from Romeo and Rogue.
- Chocolate.
- Rain, the way it smells.
- The sun, and the sand and a drink in my hand ;)
- The sunset.
- Going home to my parent's house.
- Hugs from my mom and my dad.
- My Grandma's house and her cooking.
- Listening to my Grandpa talk about the old days.
- Holding hands with someone who cares about me.
- Flowers.
- Hugs, in general.
- Going to the movies.
- Popcorn, especially from the theater.
- Reading a book.
- A kiss on the cheek of a forehead kiss.
- Working out.
- Music.
- Phone convos. with my mom.
- The smell of books.
- Sleeping in.
- When strangers smile at me.
- Someone making me laugh.
- My friends.
- Unexpected texts and phone calls from family and friends.
- The smell of coffee.

I'm sure there are more, but those are the few I could come up with.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Disrespecting parents (Prompt 18)

My views on disrespecting parents ...

Well I think that parents should be shown respect.

They are the people who brought us into the world, and if we're lucky, raised us and cared for us as we grew up. They are the people who changed our diapers, cleaned up after our messes, made our colds go away with crackers and Sprite.

So disrespecting them is out of the question in my opinion. I know there are many people out there that do not have the best relationships with their parents, but to purposely disrespect them is uncalled for.

I feel like I'm lucky because I was blessed with extraordinary parents. And I make damn sure I respect them. I also make it a priority to respect my friends/boyfriends parents as best as I can. I expect the exact same thing from my friends and the guys that I date to respect my parents and their home.

Maybe it's a Hispanic thing, but I was raised to respect my elders, and basically everyone. I was taught that you say hello, give hugs or shake hands without someone approaching me first. And I agree.

Sure, there are times I don't agree with my parents opinions and beliefs, but I feel that we've built a relationship with each other that we respect our views and ways of being.

All in all our parents might not get us, or might be difficult, but they're the reason we even exist. The reason we get the chance to live. The reason we're inhaling and exhaling this exact breath. The reason we one day may have the chance to also create life on this earth, and hopefully have littles that will respect us.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Things that make me scared ...

- Heights
- Dying in a car accident
- Getting/Being pregnant
- Giving birth
- The dark
- Opened closet doors while trying to sleep
- Never finding "the one"
- Living life "alone"
- Clowns
- Spiders
- Snakes
- Tight spaces (like elevators)
- Free falling
- Cancer
- Tumors
- Losing the people I love
- Freddy Krueger
- Porcelain Dolls
- The white noise from a TV
- Tsunamis
- War
- The future
- Abnormally large moths

That's all I can come up with right now.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Three things you are proud of about your personality (Prompt 16)

So I've been trying to hash out this post for quite sometime, and I really don't know why it's so difficult for me to come up with just three things I'm proud about my personality.

I think I have a twisted idea of the kind of personality I have, and I've taken to heart what people have said about it that I don't think it's all that.

But here's what I've come up with ...

1. I know that I am a shy person, but I like that when I have to be outgoing, outspoken or extroverted I can be. I like that I tend to try to stay out the spotlight and watch someone else soak it up. I like that I have a more introverted personality.

2. I think I have a funny personality and sometimes I find it quite shocking that people find me funny sometimes, especially my Aunt Susie she's always laughing at the stuff I say. I guess I like that I think I have a funny personality.

3. I don't know if you can have a dependable personality, but I'd like to think that I'm the type of person people can count on to be honest and reliable, whether it's with my family, friends or coworkers. I'd like to think I'm a woman of my word.

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