The Makings of JERK

I think it’s time to describe something in my life I don’t like talking about. Well one of them.  You’ve seen pieces here and there of it, but this one has been in my head all day today that’s to some texts that were received last night from JERK.  He is like the Black Plague, I swear. Every time I think the is finally out of my life, he finds a way to get back in. Mind you, I said TRIES.  I’m trying so hard to not let it happen this time.

Let’s start at the beginning shall we, and when I get to the end, I shall simply stop.

JERK is an ex boyfriend, in case you didn’t know. I met him through my brother, who I trust more than anyone else. My brother and I look out for each other, are as close as siblings can be.  It can be creepy when he is hurting at times, I know, I can sense it, freaks my out, but it always tells me when I need to call and make sure he is ok, so anyways, I trust him and his choices in friends. So when the JERK asked for my number, I said ok.

At the time, he was nice. He is good looking, seemed ambitious, was attentive, caring, all those good things you hope to find in a guy (or a girl). I didn’t think twice about how he is from another country (Iraq), thinking this would influence how he would treat me. He was very American in his actions.  Apparently I was blind, but I haven’t gotten to that point yet, so I won’t say how until a further paragraph. I was completely shocked, surprised, and happy that he wanted to go out with me. (As I’ve said, I do not have the best self esteem, any wonder with the things I have gone through?)

So we started hanging out, talking and texting, trying to get to know each other better. He told me some of his past, what it was like growing up in Iraq, what he went to school for, how he came to America, his past relationships. We talked about my past, my past relationship (I really only had the on serious one) and how that fell apart, why I thought it did, where I was working, things like that. Notice, he was very into my past relationship ( this was a hint I didn’t notice, just keep this in the back of your mind), but not much about too much else about me. I didn’t really notice this at first, later, I noticed I should have noticed.

Things gradually progressed into a relationship. He kept saying things to me about how he was not like my ex, would never be like him, that I would be important in his life, blah, blah blah. Yes, really, blah, blah, blah. It just all started to become a routine. He’d find out something about the ex, then promise to not be like that, though he would never share much about his past. (There’s a problem I have, when I trust, I trust completely, it’s hard to earn, but once you have, I feel you have my life in your hands, and I will share with you, and share everything, after all, in my head, that is what you do with someone you trust and respect.) I honestly didn’t notice this at first, after all hindsight is 20/20, where is foresight when you need it? I thought things were going good. We talked all the time, we seemed happy together, we’d do little things/get gifts for each other, just little things.

Then things got a little  strange. I’d get random extravagant gifts, and if I didn’t do something of equal value, I’d be on the outs for the day or week, depending on his mood. Ok, whatever, everyone has their own quirks. Then something new would happen. He didn’t like someone I talked, so I was no longer allowed to talk to them, or if I did, I couldn’t talk to him. Strange. (You’d think I would start noticing that this wasn’t right at this point wouldn’t you?) Then he started having issues with my job. I was a waitress at the time working until close, but to him, oh my goodness, you’d think I was fornicating with every guy that walked into that place. (Hello, so not me, you’d think he wold have known that.)

Then there was a new twist on everything. I found out he had a temper. And that temper, no matter what, seemed to come out on me. (No, not violence, trust me if that was the case, after things I have been through, he’d probably find himself.. well not a good situation.) If something didn’t go his way, it suddenly became my fault. If I was working and couldn’t make time for him when he was wanting to spending time (I never had a say in this), then it was my fault, or my job’s fault. I was told my job, that was paying my bills, was bad for me, that I shouldn’t be working there, and should quit immediately. Didn’t matter that I had no job to fall back on. (Smart, don’t you think?) Then if I was tired and didn’t have time to talk about something, then it was my fault, I didn’t care, I didn’t love him anymore. (Yes, I was an evil vile person because I was on 4 hours of sleep, and had to be back up in 4 more hours for another double, I’m evil for not hearing how you don’t like your boss because he made you stay until 10:30, not 10.)

Things like that just kept continuing. Then the controlling started. Well tried to start. ( I might not be the smartest in relationships, but some things I draw the line at. That’s one of them.) It started oddly. I always have had short hair, pixie style, then one day decided to grow it long. It’s now about halfway down my back.  He told me if I ever cut it, I could never go out with him, as I’d be like a man then. I’d be unattractive. Weird, but at the time, I was growing my hair out and wanted it long, so this didn’t really matter to me.  He kept trying to make me choose between him and my job. When I was looking for a new job, after I quit when I was having panic attacks and flashbacks nonstop, he told me we couldn’t talk if I took a job that kept me out until past 4pm.  The job that I was waiting to hear back on at the time, was an overnight help desk shift. I really wanted that job, I was use to be up until 4am working, just add a few more hours to it, no problem.  He hated that. He won anyways as the job that through in the offer first was the job I’m in now. (Seems I lost to that because I have Fred now, and he is a nightmare.)

We were constantly bickering.  Really, we were. It was over anything. I talked to someone he didn’t know, that was a sin. I was only allowed to talk to him. He was jealous of me talking to my brother, the person that is practically like a twin to me. Then apparently I was always lying to him. (No way, my last relationship, the ex fiance was always lying about things, I didn’t like that, and said I wouldn’t be like that as I didn’t like it.) Where did that come from? Let me tell you. Remember about my event? Well lets just say that was the first time I had sex.  Yes I was raped while I was still a virgin. I didn’t see a need to have sex at the time, pure and simple. So instead, it was stolen from me. The ex fiance was fine with me not wanting to have sex, scared me at the time, but he didn’t know why, but he was ok with it, respected me in that way. Not the JERK.  When I told him about what had happened, he changed completely. Apparently I was ASKING for the rape to happen, and WANTED it to happen. He said I had lied about being a virgin, even though I said.. ahem. “I was raped, therefore my virginity was stolen. I feel that I still am as I didn’t give it away, but rather, it was robbed from me.” Yet apparently, all he heard was that I was a virgin. I didn’t lie, he didn’t listen.

I learned he did that a lot. He only heard what he wanted to hear, or would twist your words to be what he wanted them to be. So then when you tried justifying something, or reminding him about something, you were wrong. He heard it straight from your mouth, but only what he wanted to hear, not everything. Therefore, I lied a lot.

The tipping point to me was him stating that I was asking for, and wanting the event to occur to myself. (Yes, you’re right, I was standing out there with a t shirt on that said I wanted to be sexually assaulted and be tormented by it for the rest of my life, because you know, that’s how I like things.)  That’s where I started having problems, and sat back and took stock of what was going on. See, he was the first person I told I was raped too. (I was raped about, at that time, 8 years before that.) I thought he would understand, that he cared. No, it was all just a facade. A veneer of sorts. He cared, just not about me, about himself. I would be a stain to him. He treated me with no respect at all. None. I don’t know how else to say it, except that if we were back in his country, I’d be that woman walking 3 steps in front of him so he wouldn’t get blown up by a landmine.

He became everything that my ex fiance was, and then worse. He put on a good show of being what I had wanted and wished for in a man, then little by little, he showed who he truly was. Still, he was the one to end the relationship. Apparently, he couldn’t stomach being around me anymore. That’s ok, after a little bit, I realized how much better I was without him, that he was not good for me. I saw how much he brought me down and sunk me back into depression. I decided I was completely done with him.

That’s what I thought.

Apparently, he didn’t like that idea. And would randomly pop back up every once in a while. Usually because he was “lonely” and wanted someone to talk to. I tried being a friend. (I know, I cannot help, I tried to, but I try to be kind to almost all people, it’s how I was raised.) Then he would get mad and say he’s never speaking to me again, simply because I said no, I do not want to hang out with him. (Why would I want to put myself back through that again?) I firmly told him that no, we are done, pointed out that he is the one that said so, and would ignore him.

This was finally working. Then last night hit.

Apparently he must be lonely, and must have been turned down a lot lately. He told me he wanted to “fix” things, that he’s learned and is much better now. I firmly told him no, things cannot be be fixed. He still kept texting. I turned my phone off. (See, I’m staying strong here.) I eventually had to turn it back on though because it was the source of my alarm. I had a lot of messages. Apparently he thinks that he can easily fix things. I’m still ignoring him. A lot.

After all, how can you fix a lack of respect for someone? He has no respect for me, and is ashamed of what has happened to me in my past. I don’t need that in my life, especially as I’m trying to go through a healing process to put my past behind me.


44 thoughts on “The Makings of JERK

  1. I can see why you call him the JERK. I can think of many other things he could be called too.

    Does your phone have a flight mode option? If it does, you should still be able to have the alarm set but not receive any calls or texts until you put it into normal mode.

    *sends love*

      • It’s a less stressful solution to getting his number blocked or changing your number, although I suspect you may have to do that sooner or later anyway.

        Don’t try to be too strong on your own. If he’s not leaving you alone, go to the police. And tell your brother. What is happening is totally not your fault and if the JERK won’t take a small hint, pull out the metaphorical big guns and file for a restraining order.

    • Thanks lovie! I’m trying to. I’ve decided I don’t need him and don’t want him ruining and pulling me down anymore.

      I’ve also made an appointment to cut my hair shorter. Not quite the pixie yet, but it’s coming!

  2. That guy sounds like real trouble and you want to keep well clear of him. The possessive, controlling man can also turn aggressive and nasty: bad wiring somewhere in the brain.

  3. This is what people don’t get – jerks like your ex don’t start out being jerks, they wheedle their way into your life first, and subtly start doing stuff to you that you don’t pick up on until it’s gotten bad. And as women we’re trained to be “nice” to people. Men are assertive and they are strong. Women are assertive and are considered bitches. It sucks.

    I figured out it’s better to be considered a bitch than a victim. I have never been raped or suffered as you have. But I’ve been bullied over and over, mostly by vicious women, but by men too. Emotional abuse is what gets in your head, makes you think you deserve the abuse. And our “rape culture” around here is sadly not much better than in Iraq. When senators – senators – say a woman is basically asking for it, something is wrong.

  4. They say if you truly love someone, accept their past, and leave it there. And that was terrible what happened to you.

    Seriously, WordPress needs a *hug* button, instead of just the “like.”

  5. I don’t know what to say other than…I’m sorry. I promise you we’re not all like that and this guy is a douche you definitely don’t need in your life.

  6. What is with the thinking that women are asking for it?! You could be walking around totally naked with a whip and nipple tassles and still not be asking for it! Good on you for standing up to him. You really do deserve better. Your strength is inspirational

  7. Hi there. You don’t know me but I wanted to comment if it is ok. I’m so sorry for what he did and is still trying to do. My word for him is TOXIC. Stay strong.

    • Thank you. 🙂
      Sometimes things happen. I am just trying to get past this all. I’m in a healing process, and you’re right, he’s toxic, which is definitely what I do not need.

  8. I have an ex who was abusive in similar ways to that, and Alice is right, they don’t start out that way. It gets gradually worse until you realise it’s all terrible, and you missed all the signs. I haven’t seen my ex now in many years. I’ve had to change my phone number twice to get away from him. It is a long, difficult road, and I can’t say I’m truly recovered from it, even now, but I’m definitely much much happier.

    Stay strong. Sharing your fears and pain are actually very good ways to help you do that. See how many supportive people are out there – even people who’ve never met you. You aren’t alone, and you definitely aren’t the one at fault.

  9. Jerk and a half and then some. As twindaddy said, there are some good guys out there, and since you are an amazing person you will find one of them. And then instead of jerkiness all the time it will be nothing but awesomesauce.
    In the meantime, definitely steer clear of the jerk. He isn’t worth your time or energy. is there a way you can block his number on your phone so you don’t get messages from him anymore?

      • joking: Do you remember that Ebay commercial? “Whatever “it” is, you can find “it” on Ebay…” I wonder if they have awesomesauce??!

        I hope the blocking goes smoothly. Nobody needs that kind of jerkiness/annoyance in their lives.

      • No. I agree. I don’t care who it is, I do not wish it upon anyone… Well, there’s a chance for Fred there.

        And I do remember those commercials!

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