I kept my composure and went to check on my people.
The E6 asked him about his shoe collection and then we took the party on a tour. Upstairs they looked around my bathroom, and then to his shoes. Daughter and 24y/o looked puzzled as they analyzed my shoes and bags, which
Were in his shoe collection/guest bedroom. I pulled out the bags I bought myself, in Italy. Daughter starts talking about a bag he may or may not have purchased for her. A Brahmin Satchel.
We all head back downstairs and 24y/o initiates shot o’clock, again…
This was shot 16 and the coherent bunch were playing spades.
Several moments later, the girl got up to go to the bathroom and fell. No steps, no dip in the floor, just belligerent and sloppy. She fell.
YIKES!
Her friend, daughter, aided her and then returned to the table to play spades.
It’s my deal.
As I’m dealing the cards my man texts me from across the room. “I love you and I’m so happy about how well our first event is going.” I ask, why don’t you just come over and say all that? He tells me he’s about to take the trash out.
The round of spades is over, someone else’s deal so I go to find him for a quick smooch.
*Readers, grab your popcorn. Clutch your pearls. Hide the kids. Maybe say a prayer.*
He’s not at the trash bins. He’s not in the garage. I knock on the closed and locked half bathroom door like a friendly cop. No answer.
I check the living room, the dining room, head upstairs, check the master suite, the closet, his bathroom, my bathroom, my closet, guest bed, other guest bed, hell I looked in the linen closet too!!
Make my way back downstairs, and head straight back to that half bathroom door.
I knock on it again but this time, I’m SWAT.
No answer.
Anxiety in full swing, liquor escaped my system and reality set in, I took a few steps back away from the door. I see my friends out of the corner of my eye, the couple, watching me.
A moment later, he slides the door open and is wiping his hands with a paper towel (the sink ain’t wet btw, so what is he wiping away)
24y/o junior sailor is sitting on the toilet with her pants down. There’s no space between them as this is a teeny tiny less than average sized half bathroom.
Note: He’s 6’4 200 something pounds, she’s 5’5ish 180+lbs, and this half bathroom is so small… so his waist is literally a hands distance away from her face.
Mind you, can’t swing on nobody bc that’s blue on blue. 🙃 so I cussed him out, cussed her out, questioned her but she was just sooo drunk.
I call my people over to come look at this and stop me from crashing out. They’re all in disbelief and trying to get the girl to speak up.
He says nothing is going down and claims stake to his innocence. His best friend pulls him aside to cuss him out too. He insists he was simply checking on her.
I kick everyone out.
Me internally:
I skrt up the stairs to grab my GO bag. He follows me. My friends, the couple, follow suit. He’s trying to reassure me. My homegirl is fuming and telling him to spit it out. Her husband is just like, ‘this n is wild man’.
I tried to get some type of words out him but, y’all he is tired. Mans was drinking and likely just nutted so he’s ready to go to sleep 😩😂 (I laugh now but I was HURT. Chest fully caved in.)
He insists nothing happened and he did not plan to carry out his evening that way. He offers me his phone, I have him unlock it so I can see if they had planned this, and he opens it and snatches it back. Gives me words about how unhealthy that is and that lack of trust ruins relationships…
I’m balling my eyes out, intoxicated/confused but also need to get it together. I return downstairs to make sure people are on their way out. Both my cars were in the garage blocked by guests, thankfully because the night could’ve ended a different way.
His fake daughter, asks me if they should move their cars so I can get mine out of the garage and drive to base. That woke me right on up. (Side note: she later lost rank due to her drinking and driving.)
B* iz you dumber than me right now? Lmao I’m not going anywhere tonight, especially intoxicated. Everybody else gotta go 😂Reassured that I was okay and going to handle the entire situation, the 24y/o DD escorted her out, the couple hugged me and left and his best friend had already dipped out.
Meanwhile, ‘daughter’s’ boyfriends daughter and his father slept on the couch.
Daughter’s man left to charge his Tesla and while she waited we had a whole roundtable discussion. It was me, little homie that set me up with this joker, ‘daughter’ and the E6.
She shares with me that she’d never been inappropriate with my boyfriend and that her mother dated him briefly. Daughter then asks me, are you healed?
Let’s side bar here: This girl, fresh out of a relationship, brought her newest boyfriend, his daughter and his dad to this event.
Asking if i’m healed, Girl go to hell!
*Writing this out is irritating me all over again, come back for part 4. I promise it’s not what you’re expecting*
Star Candelaria 