> Vive la Fête and the Prototypes
Had a rather okay day so far… I went to class, we talked about abusive relationships. Everything that she talked about sounded like me and Adrian. The List of signs of an abusive relationship that she listed off applied perfectly.
Rigid gender roles (he refused to do anything “feminine”)
Excessive jealousy (this one time when we went to the club I sort of lost track of him in all of the people and kept trying to find him, but it ended up thinking that he had gone out for smoke. He found me an hour later and started screaming about how he was going home and I should just stay here if all I wanted to do was ignore him and look at other guys)
Loses temper excessively (um. yeah.)
Blames you for problems (are we noticing a pattern here?)
Excessive kindness to make up for fights (he paid my cell bill a few times, and would be EXTREMELY sweet
Keeping him pacified takes up most of your time (oh. my. fucking. god. I was basically his emotional caretaker. I have to spend every last moment with him, walking on eggshells, enduring all of his mania, for him to be happy
Expects you to spend all your time with him (OH MY GOD. Every time I would go over to Kelly house, I would count down the minutes until I got an angry text or voicemail from him. God forbid the one time I accidentally left my phone in the car. Christ. He would keep me talking me on the phone (not talking, but just in uncomfortable silence) for hours when I was with my friends, and could not understand the fact that I had a life outside of him. Every time I would propose letting him go, he would give me some kind of “well, I guess you just don’t care about us” copout.)
Our teacher was also talking about this sort of “superficial charm” that sociopaths have. It wore thin very quickly for my perceptive friends, but he was a totally different person around his acquaintances. He keeps everyone at arm’s length so they don’t see the mask.
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