wow...sucky valentine's day. Try and beat this one:

Here is my valentine's day...

I fly out to see my boyfriend (with a plane ticket I paid for)

I wake up with a headache, so I spend the majority of the day laying in bed with an ice pack on my head, while he sits on the computer...I ask him if he wants to curl up and watch a movie, so I can keep the ice pack on my head and try to get better by dinner time. He says no.

around 7 I get up to start making our dessert (A cookie cake) and then go back to lay down when it is finished. 8 o'clock rolls around and he has yet to start making dinner...

then...all of a sudden, he comes into the room and hands me a rose. I am very happy, and I say thank you very much. He just shrugs.

He then starts getting mad and telling me that I am unappreciative and pessimistic and all of this stuff...he then says "I'm done." and slams the door shut.

I'm confused...I didn't do anything...I don't know what is going on...so I get up and get on the computer, call the shuttle service to take me to the airport (it is now about 10 o'clock at night, and my flight is at 11 o'clock the next day). While I am looking, he comes back in, starts cussing at me and starts telling me to get the fuck out of his house. He just wants me the fuck out.

I look at him and say "I'm working on it. Just back off."
He then says that he will drive me to the airport. So, I say okay, and we get in the car and head off.

While we are in the car, he calls a girl and starts talking about me to her and is laughing and saying that he really fooled me, and he pulled the wool over my eyes the whole time, and all this stuff. I found out that he had been cheating on me for quite awhile...

half way there, he stops at the gas station to "fill up". He gets out and then stands there, and gets back in and starts yelling at me. "get the fuck out of my car. I don't fucking care anymore, get the fuck out." ...

I ask him what the hell is going on, and he hits me.

so...I get out. He drives off. I am stuck in downtown LA, no ride, no money, nothing.

so I start to walk to the airport.

I get there around midnight and get my flight changed to an overnight flight back home.

wow...I don't know what happened...it was all so strange...he just flipped out.

so...what have I learned?

A plane ticket to LA: 220 dollars.
A movie for two in LA: 20 dollars. (which I had to pay for)
Learning your boyfriend is a lying, abusive bastard: priceless.

I did a lot of growing up this weekend. It really sucks, but it is time to move on. I mean...I can't really be sad about it...just confused and pissed off.

plus...I'm the best thing that will ever happen to him. and he knows it.