Money for a Calendar, Part II

When Will was yelling so close to me, I smelled the alcohol. I asked if he'd been drinking and he said yes. I told him I didn't want to have this conversation with him after he'd been drinking. He mimicked me in a high voice "I don't want to talk to you 'cause you've been drinking!" while waving his fingers in the air and making a pinched face.

I told him "That is abuse, and that is why I don't want to talk to you." He retorted with "That's nice, you did that well." I think he was implying that I found a way out of the conversation and took it. He said, "You don't want to admit when you're wrong!" and I told him that that wasn't true and that I wasn't mad at him for WHAT he was saying, but HOW he was saying it, and THAT is why I didn't want to talk.

But, whatever. He stormed out saying something about divorce or me leaving or something, so I said, "Well, let's do the separation agreement then!" and he said something cryptic about "And gee, I wonder why you want to do that NOW?"

I really don't know what he means by that. But all I said was, "Well, you brought it up, not me." I went outside to get my lighter and he was yelling something, but when I came back inside he was quiet. Kind of. Mumbling something, then yelled at Marc for something.

Now he's sitting on the couch. And I'm in here writing this.

Will just asked Marc what was on the back of his shirt. Marc said, "Oh - that's 'Big Black'." Will said, "A nigger?"

Geesh. Shit. I hate this.

Verbal Abuse Journals

Money for a Calendar, Part II