
*Today's assignment was to post a photo that makes you angry. You may be asking yourself "what could possibly make you angry at this picture?"
The answer?
My brother-in-law is offering to take a picture with me because he knew I was mad. He knew that this would make things temporarily better because a) he rarely takes pics and b) c'mon, we take a good picture.
But I wasn't pissed at him. I was pissed at my girlfriend.
This was 4th of July weekend. We had all gone down to Crestview, Florida to watch a UFC fight. My girlfriend came with me so we could spend some time together after her moving back home for the summer.
*Before I go on, I have to say if I offend anybody in the following paragraphs, I am truly sorry. This is just my opinion on a subject I have dealt with all my life.
One of the things we started to have disagreements on was her smoking. I can compromise on a lot of things. But if I am going to be in a relationship with you, it is going to be known that I am not going to be a supporter of you smoking. Simple answer? It's nasty. Even more simpler answer? I don't want you to die.
She started off saying that she only smoked when she drank because it made her more drunk. This was a time period when I had only drank like two times (since then, my number has increased by about four or five). I'm not stating a belief; just saying that I didn't understand that logic. But I let it go.
Regardless of how anyone feels about it, I can't hide the fact that smoking bothers me. It has made just about everyone in my family sick and to this day still has control over my sister. So I tried to deal with it and get her to at least not do it around me.
So back to the get together. My sister is outside smoking and the door swings open and I see that my girlfriend has one of my sister's cigarettes. I just couldn't shake the funk I got in after seeing that.
We ended up fighting about it the entire drive home. We actually stopped to eat and I explained to her just how much it meant to me. I thought I had gotten through to her. Little did I know I just sealed my own fate. 4th of July 2008 is the pinpoint date that our relationship fell apart.
We broke up the next month (August) and began a time period of a whirlwind of emotions that would last until the following March when she started dating someone else. I guess you can say there is still debris that we are dealing with now, but it has gotten better.
Looking back, did I over react? Probably. But I can't help but think I had to stick to one of my few beliefs in this world.
And that is the long and complicated story of why a seemingly good picture can bring up so many bad memories and make me "angry."