So, as promised before, i wrote about how i was going to tell the story of my 2.5 years living in a city named Oakville, and that time spent with a girl that didn’t really break my heart, but crushed my spirits, and basically made my life a living hell. Now i forewarn you in advance that this is going to be very long, and possible a little choppy considering there are certain parts of that 2.5 years that i would rather wish to forget. But here goes nothing.
So lets start at the beginning. I had recently moved into a very nice house with some friends of mine in Mississauga. Now this was basically the first time i had ever lived on my own without any family or anything of that nature. I was lucky enough to meet a couple of fellows by the names of Michael, and Andrew. Now while living in this house, we would throw a few parties, and at one of these parties, Andy brought along a girl named Samantha, a name that would forever be etched into my head and at any thought of this girl, would bring my self-esteem crashing and almost tears to my eyes from the horrible things this girl put me through.
But yeah, back to the story at hand. At the party this girl seemed to be perfectly fine, spoke very friendly with everyone, seemed to carry herself in a very pleasent manner, and at the time was pretty skinny and somewhat attractive. (I guess attractive enough fro me to date her at a later point, but what the hell) We met, spoke, and pretty much had a really nice time together, although i, at the time, was with another lady at said party, but that’s a different story, one that i would not like to get into. So time passed in the Dovehouse, and I had to move out due to financial reasons, which was shitty. In North Bay i flurished in alcohol, hung out with old friends and basically had a good time. On one unsuspecting day i recieved a Inbox message on Myspace from a girl that i couldn’t remember, but knew that she had to be from somewhere and that I had probably met her before. Sure enough as we began speaking to eachother quite often, realized who it was and from there began everything.
Time passed by, and we continued to speak often. One bright day while drinking and practicing with an old band, I had the bright idea to ask her to come to North Bay to hang out and we could spend time with eachother, due to at this point, we liked eachother and wanted to take the relationship to another level. She came, we hung out, it went almost a week longer than it should have, and i had to pay for her Bus ticket back to Oakville, which honestly should have been the first sign that i was about to get myself into a world of shit. Time went by after that, I had moved to Barrie to save up money while working at a plant called YOM, making parts for Honda cars and spending every last dime i had, transporting myself to Toronto every weekend, which as funny as it sounds considering i was supposed to be saving up money to move to Oakville but whatever. Time passed by and I basically had enough of living with my Uncle and Aunt so i took myself to Toronto for a week, stayed with friends, travelled the streets of Toronto on my own, and then went back to North Bay for a month to save money to move to Oakville. Lets push the old, move on button and start this from Oakville now. Now, moving in with this girl seemed like it would be a good idea, at first things went very well. She was going to school on a daily basis and i was working in Toronto with friends and getting to see old buddies alot more than i had before. Then things started to change drastically. I found myself not being able to hang out with my friends or go to their shows as often as i wanted to due to Sam freaking out all the time. I had come home from work one fatefull night, to my roommates telling me not to go into my room cause Sam was freaking out. I walked into said room, and at which point receieved a beating that i would only put into a category of being jumped by a gang of people and just barely making it out without being stabbed or shot. All of which due to I lied to her about the way i had left my parents and the amount of money i was supposed to have, which at this point in the living situation should have been cancelled out. I then went to work the next day being asked where all my marks had come with and a very funny quote from my friend Kevin stating “Dude your going out with a Wolverine” hahaha.
Now one would think that after said beating, you would pick up your shit and leave, and it’s not like i have a really good reason as to why i didn’t, I had offers to move in with friends, a van to come and pick up my stuff, a job still in Toronto, everything was set out in stone, but because i’m half retarded, i didn’t. I stayed, and things just got worse from there. A few weeks later I lost my job at the telemarketing company because i was late too many times and left early once without saying anything to anyone. I went home, and started looking for a new job. I ended up getting a job at a movie theatre called AMC Theatres, you may know of it as an American theatre, which is true but they have a few locations in the GTA. The job paid close to nothing and it was the beginning of winter which made for cold walks home, approx 45 mins to an hour, and even worse nights at home, being yelled at by a fucking cow about not having enough money to eat and blah blah blah.
Enter Christmas. I had gone home for a couple of weeks to see my family in North Bay. Sam stayed in Oakville to be with her parents, and one day i had the nerve to actually attempt to break up with her over the phone. Things seemed like it was finally going my way. Plans were in motion to move home, my parents and myself went to Barrie to visit the Aunt and Uncle in which i had lived with in the beginning of this story and then from there my Uncle, my Dad and myself were travelling to Oakville, to my apartment to pick up my things and leave. I decided i should go in first by myself to make sure Sam wasn’t there and if she was to let her know what was happening. Well yet again, i dug myself into a hole, and to make a long story short, ended up staying and getting back together with her. Yes, like i said earlier, I’m retarded. My job at the theatre was basically done because i went home for christmas and they wanted me to work, so i quit. Getting back to Oakville with no job and rent being due very soon is quite the eye opener, so i got a job at Starbucks (the devil). It was pretty much a job to have just to make money. At the time i hated coffee, and the only thing i would drink were frappacino’s, and because i walked everywhere cause my ass was broke, i never gained a pound, which also makes being beaten into a pulp nightly even worse, because it’s hard to defend yourself against a girl who’s 70 pounds heavier than yourself. But that’s not really an excuse. Time went by at Starbucks and i later left and started working for a company called H & M. Now alot of people say alot of things about this place, but really, it was possibly the best job i had ever had. This job made my life a little worse. Basically working with a ton of really hot girls, who are attracted to you, but you have your crazy girlfriend at home, making herself puke and stealing your money on a constant basis, makes going out with hot chicks a little difficult. Many nights i had to derail plans with co-workers because Sam would be drunk as fuck when i got home and puking everywhere or just passed out and i would decide to stay to make sure she didn’t die.
I feel as if i’m speaking a tad too much about my jobs and life in Oakville and not about how crazy my girlfriend was. So allow me to put everything out on the table at this point. Basically her days consisted of taking my debit card in the middle of the night and going to the ATM machine at the Rabba to take out small sums of money that would basically get her enough booze for the day while i was gone. She would drink close to a 60 of Vodka a day and only eat cottage cheese and crackers cause she was trying to watch her “figure”. A figure so hideous that i couldn’t have sex with her willingly. Being taking advantage of by a 200 plus pound girl who’s drunk as hell isn’t really the funnest thing in the world, and is probably why i have issues still to this date, but moving along. I didn’t find out the stolen money until later on in the relationship and then started keeping a closer eye on my things. To continue with her issues, she would constantly scratch me or bitch about how i would hit her, now going from what i said earlier, it’s a tad difficult for a guy who is 135 pounds to beat up a girl who is 200 plus pounds. Not only did i never have enough strenght to do anything, but i don’t think it would of been possible to do so with such strength and rage, don’t get me wrong, there were definatly nights where i wanted to put a pillow over her face and say goodnight, but i didn’t feel like going to jail for someone i didn’t give a shit about. I remember one night attempting to talk to my parents on the phone and having to lock myself in the bathroom cause Sam was screaming and calling me a faggot and trying to hit me. She then continued to yell and kick the door, while cutting herself with a bobby pin, and bleeding all over the door. A little bit later, Silence. Nothing can be as glorious and misunderstood as silence. When walking out of the bathroom i found Sam passed out in my bed, which then led me to use her room to watch tv and just basically relax.
I would often go to the bar downstairs from us called Monaghans, i think that’s the proper spelling, where i would have a couple of drinks before returning to home to my passed out girlfriend and again, Silence. At one point she was banned from the bar, for reasons that never were really explained to me, but alas, made it my safe haven. A few years passed by, alot of work, and alot of scars and in the month of October, i finally decided to free myself from her and be on my own. Now i still lived in the same apartment, but had my own room and what not. In the month of Febuary i packed up my things and moved home to North Bay. The happiest month of my entire life. Well until i get married that is, but still. I don’t really feel that words can put together everything that i went through. If i could describe what it was like to live with her nothing i could say could put you where i was. Maybe i deserved it, although i don’t really feel as if anyone should deserve that kind of treatment. I know i’m probably missing a ton of things and different parts, but honestly i don’t want to try and relive all of that. I feel like this is enough. OOOH before i forget, there was one night that we went to Toronto and went to a show, and i remember her getting a ton of guys to buy her drinks cause i wouldn’t, and then fighting on the way home and getting a fat lip and cuts on my arms. I also remember people watching what was happening and no one stopping to help me out or find out if i was okay. Humans are a funny species, if this was happening to a girl, someone would of stepped up right away and helped out, but because it was a guy, no one did anything. I’m pretty sure one person just laughed and called me a pussy, but what the hell.
Maybe i’ll take this one day and make a book out of it, or even a movie, but i would assume there is already a movie like this in real life. The only thing i can think of that would be like it would be the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but without all the killing and chainsaws and stuff. Regardless, that’s it. I’ll wipe the tears from my face, and go on living my life. The end.
