I need to vent, because a week+ has gone by and I'm still pissed...
So here's what happened. My birthday was about a week ago. I celebrated with friends. I had a really good day, well except for having to work. But it could have been worse. After I got home from Quincy, Tristan and I were hanging out still. Leah was texting me trying to find out if Tristan and I were going to the track with her and Jesse. Tristan and I ended up going. About a half hour being there, Leah was just about to start her second mile, I said to her that I saw a van. I went to talk to David, Tristan was smart and didn't follow me to talk to David, and David told me he just went to the track to 'confirm something.' Next thing I knew David was asking the normal suspicious questions; like "Is that (insert name here)?," "Is he just a friend?," and "How long has this been going on?." I started to walk away and David followed me. I walked right by Tristan and he asked me if I was okay and I told him no and that I was pissed, he followed me onto the track. I was pissed enough to not care that I was at the Randolph High School track and I took off my flip-flops and walked barefoot. David kept asking for his keys. I told him that I didn't have them with me. He then proceeded to keep telling me to go back to my house to get them and I kept telling him no again. He left after that. Sometime around then I put my flip-flops back on. Tristan and I stayed for a bit and he tried to cheer me up, and it didn't work. We went back to my house and started to watch Jeff Dunham, and even Peanut didn't cheer me up. And I love Peanut. I think the only reason I wasn't able to be cheered up was because it was still kind of my birthday. Happy freaking birthday to me. I stayed at my moms all week, with Tristan most nights :)
So Leah did her laundry at my house on Monday. Tuesday she drove to the Cape and proceeded to tell me that David (who is her father, by the way) was fine and telling them (Leah and Jesse) that it was a good thing that I was out of his life. *shrug* What do I care? I was and still am extremely happy with Tristan <3. Then David and I started talking and he was trying to get me to take him back... He begged, and begged, and begged. I kept saying no, and no, and no. He wanted me to give him a third chance. I say third because he had a second chance when due to a misunderstanding, he broke up with me...
What happened with that misunderstanding was that I didn't want to talk about something in front of Samantha. He insisted, so we started fighting in the van. Then Sam went into her house and I stayed out to talk to David. I turned to go into Sams house, since I was staying there that night. And I felt something on my windpipe. David then turned me around and had his hands on each sides of my neck and would not let me go. Finally, I got him to let go and I went into Sams house. Before I went inside, I told David that I was not going to talk to him for a while. I guess he went home and, well I have no idea what he did, except call me many times. I never answered, so he left me a voice mail telling me that he wanted his DVDs and that it was over. And the same thing happened with him calling me back and begging. I was being nice, and since I thought I was happy, I agreed to give him another chance.
Anyway, back to why I'm venting now.... I was sick of hearing him beg, so I agreed to give him a third chance. So Sunday, after work. I came back to the apartment and I was there for about an hour and a half and realized that I wasn't happy at all. So I went back to my moms. I stayed there Sunday night and Monday night.. I was actually happy to be there. That and I got to spend time with Tristan without having to be when leaving him. Since I'm usually depressed at the apartment, when going there after being with Tristan it was never fun.