So last night I was out shoveling the snow that we received during the day when all of the sudden I had a flashback to an instance that happened in my life during the years of 1999-2002. During that time period I was living outside of Detroit and was dating a guy, let’s call him Richard to save his identity, and some profound things happened. The flashback in general was about the night we were at a party for one of his managers who happened to be gay as well. The party was filled with cute guys, some of which worked for the store at the time called Structure. Richard was a partier from way back and the fact that he was 14 years older than me and was always telling me what to do. He had a very jealous nature about him as well. I would later discover what that was all about. Anyhow this particular flashback was about that night and how I purposely drove my car into a snow bank in the parking lot of where the party was happening. You see Richard had started a fight with me on the way to the car. He claimed that I was hitting on the one guy that he worked at the store with, which wasn’t true. I was young and naïve and as far as I knew totally in love with Richard. He continued this rant about the way I looked at him and such. He got in my face and I brushed him off. That wasn’t good enough because the next thing I knew I was eating snow.
He had pushed me down to the ground and into a snow pile. I must have hit a patch of ice because I had cut my cheek under my right eye, which by the way was just starting to look normal again after it was blacken a few weeks prior. I was pissed. I wasn’t fighter so I just got up and went to the car. He got in and continued to berate me about the night and tug at my jacket and such. Kept on me and on me about it and not even caring about what had happened to my face. I was bleeding but he didn’t care. I couldn’t take it anymore and I drove up into the snow bank causing the car to get stuck.
My cell phone wasn’t working properly so I went back to the party… Once they saw my face they asked what had happen. I tried to say that I fell, but they weren’t buying it. They knew exactly what had happened. The boy who I was accused of flirting with actual took me into the bathroom and tended to my wound. I heard that Richard had came in but they escorted him outside to wait for the tow truck to get the car unstuck. The boy was very sweet though, even though I wasn’t into him like I guess I should have been, I might have missed the boat with that one. Well that doesn’t matter now, but I do wonder where he is and what he’s done with his life. Maybe someday I’ll find out what happened to my hero from that night.
Richard’s abuse that night wasn’t the first and wasn’t the last, I’m not ready to dive into all of that with you right now. Maybe another day. I just wanted to share how an act of doing something can trigger the mind.
Please have a great day!
~ Rob