yep, it happened again. we had another fight. right before bed. funny thing is, right before our fight, he was trying to have sex with me, and i was giving him a hand job. i had a hoodie on because it was freezing in this room like it always is, cuz they have the ac on at 60 all the time. i do not like cold. i was freezing my nipples off. so i had a hoodie on. well, he wanted it off me. for what reason i still don't know, he has copped a feel before and i had been fully dressed then, too. he wrestled me mostly out of it, but i still had one part of it in my teeth that i would not let go of. i just wanted to keep my hoodie on. it's incredibly comfortable, my favorite one, and i was FREEZING MY ASS OFF last night. well after about ten-fifteen minutes of him trying to make me let go of it (that's right, mly jaw is stronger than both his arms AND the strength of his core XD), he finally gt fed up, and let it go. but he did it with an attitude cuz he was pissed. mind you, i had a mouth full of cotton so i couldn't really say anything. i couldn't do anything but make noises. except during the moments he wasn't trying to pull my head off, i managed to say "i want my hoodie back" couple times. well after he threw his little hissy fit, we started fighting again. why, i have not the slightest idea in the world. i was cold. i wanted to get as warm as possible. well, we were talking back and forth on my phone (the other two people in the room were asleep so we really couldn't carry on an actual spoken conversation) and he kept getting more and more pissed. he threw my phone at me twice, hit me both times, and then tried to say he didn't. and then he changed his story and tried to justify it because i had hit him in the head with my knee. i only kneed him in the head because he was pushing his hand and the zipper of my hoodie into my mouth, hurting my lips and my gums, and i tried to get him to stop the only way i knew how. i couldn't really say anything. but he kept talking about shit that didn't happen like he said, and trying to justify it. telling me how i was crossing lines that should never have come into play, and how i was being too violent, and all this shit about me that HE was the one doing. i tried to tell him that he was using excessive force, unnecessarily, and he pretty much said "so what?"..... he flipped me off again. and then, he took the blanket we usually use, and he rolled himself up in it. now, this blanket is big enough to have a lot of extra hanging off the edge of a big KING size bed. and i couldn't have any of it..... yaa, great night...... and he wonders why the hell i'm so depressed all the fucking time. its because of this shit. i didn't even do anything to deserve this shit. i did nothing but try and get warm. apparently i'm not even allowed to be cold now. i'm not allowed to do anything anymore. hell, maybe if i'm a corpse who DOESN'T do anything, he'll be happy then....... |
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