She ran to the back of the store because she heard us laughing, and she told us that we were going to quit talking or she was going to send us both home. I told her that there was nobody in the drive-through, that all the breakfast dishes had been finished, and that we have wiped down all the trays. We even had made tea. We had nothing better to be doing. She told me to clock out and go home. Unfortunately, the next month, she was still made a manager, and I ended up having many more problems with her. We didn’t stay friends after that. The GM tried many times to put her into place, but her dad actually co-owned the state franchise, and he ordered her not to fire the girl. I don’t know why he kept her around.
The relationship I had with this man, “Chris,” was tumultuous. I was in my early twenties and stupid for sticking around with him. He had a temper, and I had low self-esteem. He would start fights over stupid things, like the time he wanted mashed potatoes for dinner. He liked potato flakes, I like mashed potatoes from fresh potatoes. I was willing to prepare both for our meal that evening, but the fact that I wouldn’t eat potato flakes set him off.
This time his need for a fight escalated to beyond insanity. He kept pushing me to my emotional and psychological limits. I could feel I was close to “breaking,” which scared me because I didn’t know what it would be like to lose control of myself. I knew it wouldn’t make the situation better at all. I don’t remember what happened to escalate it to the point that I felt like my grasp on my self-control was slipping, but I remember the “oh sh-“ feeling.
I used to smoke cigarettes back then. We were outside and he was yelling at me, getting in my face in a threatening manner. I was smoking a cigarette when that realization dawned on me that I was losing control. I took my cigarette and burned myself, so I could get the calming effects of the release of endorphins. He stormed up to me and hit me so hard across the face, my glasses flew off my face and landed in the grass, misshapen.
Somehow, I managed to get my hands on a phone and I called his mother and his best friend’s wife, both of whom came over immediately. (Yes, I should have called the cops. I didn’t want the further instability that involving the law would present.) After they arrived, they noticed the smell of gas and I became very emotional in my recounting of the events that recently transpired. After they helped make sure things were defused and safe, they left.
I arrived on the Saturday at uni fresh from a 8 hour bus drive, so I was pretty tired. I was in my second year and my roommate was in her first year. First years had already been there a week. I arrived to find that she had not only used my pillow but she’d also used my rubbish bin and my towel. She knew that she was getting a roommate so it was incredibly selfish of her. At my school, the beds are already made up with linens including 1 pillow and a towel. We also get a rubbish bin each next to our desks. This was my first bad sign.