So what happened exactly on that infamous birthday that I mentioned last week?
After saying good bye to our mutual friends, I marched out of his house already set on leaving him. And who do you think came running out of the house after me? The WoW crazed soon to be ex-boyfriend.
By the time I got to my car, opened the door, sat in the driver seat, and inserted the key into the ignition he immediately placed himself between me and my car door. Before I could even turn the key, he ripped the keys out of the ignition and shoved it into his pocket. I was livid, Absolutely fucking livid. I did the first thing I could do at the time. I slapped him.
Here was this man, who 10 seconds ago was ignoring me and his friends because he was late for a raid. And now here he was wondering why I was so angry, wanting to leave, and on the verdge of tears. Why did he want to be with me now? Was it because his guild was still waiting for a mage to teleport from Ironforge, or were they waiting for another tank? Or was he just there because he was sincreley concerned?
Before I knew it I was slapping him in the face, punching his chest, and yelling at him to give me back my fucking keys.
A minute passes and I finally stopped. I leaned against my steering wheel and finally told him through a stuffy nose, “It’s your birthday, all your friends and family are here to celebrate it with you, and you chose them over a game. You have a problem. It’s me or WoW.”
He didn’t say anything at first, and finally I could feel him move beside me. He slowly asked “Can I sit inside your car.”
I just looked up at him and weighed out my opinions. If i said no, he would still be between me and the car, therefore not allowing me to leave. And if i said yes, that would give me a chance to close the door and peel off, but shit, how would Iget my keys back. I couldn’t believe he was holding my keys hostage, which angered me more, but out of the two opions though, option number 2 seemed liked the better choice.
So I said yes. He got up and I immediately closed the door trying to conjure up a plan on how I would get my keys back.
He walked around the front of my car, opened the passanger side, sat down, and right when he closed the door shut, he started sobbing.
I was confused, why was he sobbing? Was he sobbing over guilt or was he sobbing because he knew his guild would be mad at him? But before I could speculate any further he started to apologize and ramble. Between sobs I could hear “I am sorry”, “I didn’t mean to play so much”, “My friend’s and family hate me now,” “You hate me,” and “Don’t leave me.”
He finally calmed down, pulled out my keys from out of his pocket and placed it in my right hand. He said “Here, you can go. I wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”
This was my chance! My chance to escape! Freedom!
I looked at my keys and then I looked at this poor man of a mess sitting next to me and something inside me told me not to leave. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I still cared for this poor nerd, maybe there was still hope. Or maybe I was just being a damn softy! But I ended up staying.
He promised me he wouldn’t play so much, he promised me he would prioritize his lifestyle. It worked, he promised me, but just like any addict, he had his relapses here and there.