Looks like I missed some drama llamas in this thread! Ah well. Haters gonna hate.
We kept seeing people walking around with plastic bags on their heads so we decided to try it out.
Not safe for work, but it's on both of our Facebooks so it's appropriate enough.
Now the squid is gone!
But then it ended quite badly. Last Saturday night, we had our first real spat. Now there are two holes in my wall and one in my closet door. I knew he was strong, but how the f*ck do you punch through a wooden door? And I had to suture up his arm. I had given him my "shiv" shortly after he arrived last month because the Navy forgot to issue him a decent utility knife. Turns out, the boy's got some serious anger and self-mutilation issues. Ever rose has its thorns, right?
I kept his tags, but gave him back the chain with the poisoner's ring he gave me, and another ring I've had since I was 18 that I care about a lot. I also sent him off with my pocket watch. He left me his hoodie, some hats, and his whites because they are utterly destroyed anyway.
We didn't sleep. I told him that went he returned to Hawaii, he should not contact me if he cared about me at all. I can't marry someone just so I can date him like a normal person. People are supposed to get married after living together for years. I've been so foolish all summer. I don't think I'd find anyone the same brand as awesome as he is, but he's in Hawaii. I'm in Hoboken. I can't date someone who I see only once a season. We can't remain friends because there are too many feelings there, and it's too hard to just take a step back from this. He chose to join the military, and he should have known that having a real relationship with someone would be damn near impossible--I was aware of that when I enlisted, and I was okay with it at the time. He tried to stay and go UA (AWOL) but I cannot in good conscience let someone desert. I forced him to the airport and he barely made his plane on time. He promised he would try to get out on the "crazy" card, pointing out that it wouldn't be so hard since he is completely batshit--isn't everyone who joins the military?--and then I handed over copies of my keys to him. I told him I still don't want him talking to me if he's halfway around the world, but that if his half-assed plan to get out with an admin discharge works, he knows where to find me. He seemed more upset than I was. No matter what happens, I can't say I regret any of it, nor will I forget it.
And spam is gross.
