Call me Hurricane: A Semi-true and Fucked up Story

Chapter 7: The Day

I can't avoid it any longer, its time to explore the last day Evan and I were Evan.

This day started like every other day, Evan playing video games, the landlord messaging me on Facebook to make sure I am keeping the house clean and taking care of things. I left to go pull weeds for my friend Ray and his grandmother. A little back story to this day, Evan about two weeks prior had told me he wanted to kill himself, and I get it not being the whole you all the time and a little bit two people at the same time. All I can imagine it as is an extreme form of schizophrenia. After a long talk Evan finally offered the plan that I had two years to make his life worth living and he would stick around.

Two years to make his life better, who was going to make my life better? Who was going to save me from the edge? I have never been one to give up. Life has kicked me in the teeth more times than I can count and why wouldn't someone try to fight for the one they loved. I let things get to this pile of shit, and I was going to use all the tools in my belt to fix it. It got better we spent time watching movies together and trying to make a go of it.

Evan had offered to do the chores I needed done around the house that day as I left to pull weeds. I was gone about four hours in the hot New Mexico sun. When I arrived home not a single chore was done, and Evan's potato ass was firmly planted in his in chair, playing video games. Exhausted I went to lay down to let it go. I vowed that I was going to fix things I can fix this. I went to my Facebook and posted I was exhausted about people not offering me legit jobs and a friend asked about my partner and I made the comment that I didn't really have much of a partner in response.

This made Evan mad, I went to talk to Evan...Evan didn't want to talk. This made me mad... Evan put on his head phones, this made me mad... I took off Evan's headphones this made Evan mad. And then...it all went to shit. Two bites, Two Choked Necks, Four bruised arms and multiple scrapes later. The Cops came, that was the end of me and Evan. And that was the end of the worst relationship of my life.

I am not a bigot, I do not hate anyone for anything they wish to be or what they want to grow up to be but the whole thing has shown me one thing: Bitches be crazy! And with that brief toe in the lesbian pond I realized, men are so much easier to deal with.

It was a lot of work to realize the one thing I knew the whole time, I am straight. I survived with out ever having to use a strap on and with that I can leave this whole mess knowing that I have never had lesbian sex or pegged a man. Small victory, but a victory none the less.