~Monday, March 12, 2012

The Edge of Reason

When Abraham returned from vacation, we had the DTR and made things official. It was a painfully ordinary conversation with the exception that I was clutching a stuffed dog in my lap that he had purchased for me as a souvenir.

Finally! All is right in the world!

Only as Bridget Jones said, "It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces." Before I could bask in the glow of my new relationship status, work fell apart. I became a victim of office politics, which I always assumed was a bad thing that was supposed to be avoided, not adhered to.

As I received the unpleasant news (which, in the grand scheme of things, wouldn't affect my day-to-day operation at all), I sat in a woman's office who wasn't my boss and burst into tears.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"No, no, no, no, no. It's not okay." I repeated. I felt blindsided. I had no chance to prepare my argument, and it was difficult to formulate one as I was ugly crying in this stranger's office. I cried so hard that she told me to go home for the day, which I refused to do because I still had my deadlines.

I walked out of her office and back to my desk. I passed a gaggle of girls who were standing in a circle and talking about me. The same girls whom I re-friended this year. The same coworker who asked me to teach her to knit, so I've been spending hours with her and instructing her. I had even bought her a kit with my own money to get her started, and here she was whispering about me.

Then my dress ripped. It ripped up the seam on the backside, exposing me as if I were wearing a hospital gown.

On top of everything else, I left my phone at home.

I guess it's a good thing that I don't have too many bad days, because when I have one, I really, really have one (See: being both laid off and diagnosed with cancer in the same 24 hours.)

During Abraham's first official day of boyfriend capacity, I called him and cried on the phone to him. He tried to calm me down, telling me that things at work would be straightened out in the morning (I had such an intense reaction to the news that people called my boss at home. She said she would fix it in the morning.) He skipped going out with his friends and went straight home to meet me. He offered to pick me up dinner.

I appeared on his doorstep with a bottle of wine, serving size: 1. We camped on his bed while he ate dinner and I drank mine. I balanced my wine glass on his stomach as we watched our shows. He kept things light and distracted me if I started sniffing. He knew I was crying not by looking at me, but by hearing my stuffy nose. Then he would do something silly, like kiss me disgustingly. It's hard to feel sorry for yourself when someone is licking your face.

Bedtime was another story. My boss had passed on to me to not lose a minute's sleep over work, but it was impossible. Abraham began snoring softly, and my mind raced in the nighttime stillness. Work is important to the single girl. It's our rent payment. It's our independence. We don't have husbands to carry us if things go wrong.

I pulled away from cuddling Abraham's back and rolled over. The sniffing began again. My pillow had been wet for some time. Abraham stirred slightly, shifting his leg on top of mine. Not wanting to wake him, I didn't react. Then he nudged me with his leg: a purposeful back and forth rocking motion. He was awake. It was a sweet, comforting gesture.

I rolled back over and resumed cuddling him. Wordlessly, he drifted back to sleep and the snoring began again. The hours ticked from two to three to four to five.

The good thing about being awake until 5 a.m. is that you can hear your boyfriend sleep fart not once, but twice. Then you can proudly tell him in the morning while he's confused and declare yourselves even.


*And, of course, my boss apologized and reversed the decision the next morning, making all those tears for naught.

16 comments:

Dawn said...

That sounds like a positively horrific day, second only to the cancer/laid-off day. I'm glad, though, that Abraham knows how best to treat you. Many men aren't in tune enough to know what works.

So, as a fellow dog-haver, this is something that I've been curious about. When you have long and/or impromptu outings, who takes care of your dog? I work from home so I've spoiled my dog with 24/7 access to me (and the yard) when I'm home, and I'm only "allowed" to leave for four hours at a stretch. What's your trick?

Bathwater said...

Wait I'm confused what did your boss do then take back? The boss sounds like very insensitive.

Sarah said...

It depends how long I'm gone. She's good by herself for a night. I only spend one night a week at his place, and he comes to mine for the others.
And when I do go over, it's after her nightly walk. I do a lot of driving back to my apartment to let her out.

Sometimes I drop her at my mom's if it's going to be awhile.

Dawn said...

Sigh... Clearly my dog has me completely wrapped around his little paw. (My husband is disgusted by it, by the way.)

Je m'appelle Danielle said...

I hate clucky bitches at work. I think its good I work with all guys and I'm the only one who pulls attitude around.

Its a balance.

Angela said...

Dawn, I'm only "allowed" to go out for a few hours, too - if that. My dogs lecture me when I get home - they look happy, but howl and bark for a solid ten minutes. My blind dog does it a little, and then starts up once she's bumped into me, and knows where to direct it all. ;)

Sarah, I'm sorry to hear about work - and I know how that goes with people whispering about you, when you've done nothing wrong. Loved the ending. I think my parents work together mostly because they laugh a lot.

Dawn said...

Angela, at least your dogs have each other. Mine is alone, so the guilt factor is HUGE.

Dawn said...

Sorry, Sarah, it seems that your comments have gone to the dogs. ;-)

I take full responsibility.

Angela said...

I still feel guilty when I'm gone. I feel like I should have them with me, especially since they're thirteen now. :)

Sorry, Sarah. :)

The Singleship said...

Congrats on the DTR! Look at you, all boyfriended.

katielookingforward.com said...

Hooray for finally having the DTR! I'm sorry the day was so crappy, but I'm glad Abraham was there, and that your boss also helped fix the situation.

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D said...

I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're amazing!! Even on the bad days, just remember that eventually the good days balance it all out. I'm not an optimist, it's just science :) Everything has an equal and opposite reaction!

Charlotte said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your day at work :( And also I didn't know about your cancer diagnois/losing your job thing. Ugh. If anything, at least you know you can make it through the worst of times, eh?

I hope this week is better for you.

I'm just happy that through the worst of it, you can always look for the best in a situation. XOXO and best of luck to you, girly.

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