Fucking riddlers. 
I swear to god, if I wasn't so in love with him, and didn't actually already know how perfect we were for eachother before we got together, I might have never gotten involved with someone so high profile- and with good reason.
We are surrounded by the type of devious busy bodies that fill their wasteful existence with the kind of bullshit elementary school mentality-type drama for no other purpose than their own sheer entertainment. And the both of us unfortuately tonight had had just enough to drink to fall for the shenanegins. What I mean for example specifically is, when you're an employee someplace like I am, and you become seriously involved with the boss like I have, just about everyone will fuck with the situation to best of their ability, no matter how happy they say they are for you in the beginning. They'll riddle, they'll tell each of us one thing until a "situation" is born so at that point they can relax, sit back and quietly watch the fireworks.
E.G.:
Tonight some girls asked Paul about a job. Pat answer- we have no openings at this time...but the conversation went on. I understand that for whatever reason, he needed or even just plain wanted to have a conversation with this person. Big fucking deal. The same shit happens to me when I end up having to humor some dumb schmuck until he feels like he's done talking to me. We both understand customer relations is a part of the business and it's not an area of concern or jealously between the two of us. But as this conversation between the two of them goes on, the cook, the bartender, and even the drunk patron just sticking around after hours to help clean up come up to me asking if I'm okay- as if there's some reason I shouldn't be, or if I'm mad. Then finally asking me if I'm mad that Paul's spending all this time talking to some girl. What I didn't know was that as I'm getting noticably irritated with their incessant questions, they're running off to Paul saying, "Jess is all jealous and pissed that you're talking to that chick," or "What the fuck is wrong with your girlfriend? I think she's jealous." Creating a stir between the two of us that didn't even exist to begin with. For this I hate people. There's too many of them out there like this. Then the entire hour spent cleaning up was so fucking tense because I was irritated with all the fucking morons and just wanted to get out of there, Paul is irritated because he believes I'm getting all jealous and bent out of shape, and the entire car ride home is spent clearing up this misunderstanding and telling eachother what everyone was saying to the two of us.
Fucking riddlers.
I mean really. My past expiriences have turned me into a much bigger person than I ever thought I could be. Since I learned to chose my partners more wisely, I've long since abandoned the ickey green monster named Jealousy. Paul & I are together because we love eachother, not because of what we can gain from eachother materialistically, socially or any other bullshit reason. And we sure as shit aren't together just so we can cheat on one another. In reiterating this information to eachother, we've agreed to always give eachother the benefit of the doubt, and me, I've agreed try harder at not letting what people say piss me off so much. Like tonight, I was never mad at Paul, I was mad at stupid people asking me every 5 seconds if I was mad as if I should have been or something. And with them telling him I was all pissed off and jealous, when he saw that I actually was irritated, he just assumed it was for why everyone was telling him I was pissed. Trusting these fuckers with your feelings is just retarded.
I'm just glad everything is all cleared up and we've both learned our lesson.
I swear to god, if I wasn't so in love with him, and didn't actually already know how perfect we were for eachother before we got together, I might have never gotten involved with someone so high profile- and with good reason.
We are surrounded by the type of devious busy bodies that fill their wasteful existence with the kind of bullshit elementary school mentality-type drama for no other purpose than their own sheer entertainment. And the both of us unfortuately tonight had had just enough to drink to fall for the shenanegins. What I mean for example specifically is, when you're an employee someplace like I am, and you become seriously involved with the boss like I have, just about everyone will fuck with the situation to best of their ability, no matter how happy they say they are for you in the beginning. They'll riddle, they'll tell each of us one thing until a "situation" is born so at that point they can relax, sit back and quietly watch the fireworks.
E.G.:
Tonight some girls asked Paul about a job. Pat answer- we have no openings at this time...but the conversation went on. I understand that for whatever reason, he needed or even just plain wanted to have a conversation with this person. Big fucking deal. The same shit happens to me when I end up having to humor some dumb schmuck until he feels like he's done talking to me. We both understand customer relations is a part of the business and it's not an area of concern or jealously between the two of us. But as this conversation between the two of them goes on, the cook, the bartender, and even the drunk patron just sticking around after hours to help clean up come up to me asking if I'm okay- as if there's some reason I shouldn't be, or if I'm mad. Then finally asking me if I'm mad that Paul's spending all this time talking to some girl. What I didn't know was that as I'm getting noticably irritated with their incessant questions, they're running off to Paul saying, "Jess is all jealous and pissed that you're talking to that chick," or "What the fuck is wrong with your girlfriend? I think she's jealous." Creating a stir between the two of us that didn't even exist to begin with. For this I hate people. There's too many of them out there like this. Then the entire hour spent cleaning up was so fucking tense because I was irritated with all the fucking morons and just wanted to get out of there, Paul is irritated because he believes I'm getting all jealous and bent out of shape, and the entire car ride home is spent clearing up this misunderstanding and telling eachother what everyone was saying to the two of us.
Fucking riddlers.
I mean really. My past expiriences have turned me into a much bigger person than I ever thought I could be. Since I learned to chose my partners more wisely, I've long since abandoned the ickey green monster named Jealousy. Paul & I are together because we love eachother, not because of what we can gain from eachother materialistically, socially or any other bullshit reason. And we sure as shit aren't together just so we can cheat on one another. In reiterating this information to eachother, we've agreed to always give eachother the benefit of the doubt, and me, I've agreed try harder at not letting what people say piss me off so much. Like tonight, I was never mad at Paul, I was mad at stupid people asking me every 5 seconds if I was mad as if I should have been or something. And with them telling him I was all pissed off and jealous, when he saw that I actually was irritated, he just assumed it was for why everyone was telling him I was pissed. Trusting these fuckers with your feelings is just retarded.
I'm just glad everything is all cleared up and we've both learned our lesson.