At age twenty-two, for the first time, there was another
individual I cared enough about to invite him home for the holidays. In fact, I cared for and loved him so much
that I had visions of the two of us beginning our family together, starting our
own holiday traditions, and growing old together. Because I was in love, I felt
the holiday spirit that year in a way I had not done since I was a young child
who still believed in Santa Claus and miracles.
His love felt like a miracle to me, and I enthusiastically looked
forward to sharing the magic of Christmas with this cherished man.
I invited him to spend Christmas with my family, and he
declined with seemingly sincere regret.
He informed me he had to work on Christmas day and planned on spending
the holidays alone in his apartment. He
said he understood if I still wanted to be with my family.
I was deeply saddened to hear such news, but assured him he
would not be alone on the holidays. I
had purchased so many gifts that I eagerly looked forward to presenting to
him. I had bought him several new shirts
and two handsome sweaters. I also gave
him a framed photo of us, a DVD, a massager, and the gift I was most excited
about – a Chinese tea pot I spent nearly two hundred dollars on.
I entered his apartment bearing all these gifts, and a great
big smile. We sat near his tiny three
foot Christmas tree. He opened up my gifts, and gave me hugs, kisses, and
expressions of gratitude. I beamed at
the joy I had brought him. Then I sat up
on my knees and asked, “Okay. What did
you get for me?” as I continued smiling naively.
“Uhm, well …” he replied, “I was working today. I didn’t have time to buy you anything.”
I tried not to be angry because his love should have been
enough of a gift, and Christmas isn’t really about getting presents after
all. But, I was extremely disappointed given
the thought and financial expense I had placed into his gifts. I was silent for some time, but then asked, “What
do you mean? Nothing? Really? You got me nothing? You’re kidding, right?”
He wasn’t kidding. He
apologized, but said he had been too busy working long overtime hours. “But,” I began, “it’s not like you had just
the past few days to shop. It’s not like
Christmas snuck up on you and surprised you.
It’s the same damn day every year!” my voice began rising in anger as I felt I had
been fooled.
People say you get what you give, but I have always given
way more than I have ever gotten in return, and this Christmas was apparently
no exception. I believed it was going to
be the best holiday ever, and my beliefs were knocked to the ground when there
was nothing shiny and sparkly for me to unwrap.
I started to cry. I
know this confession makes me sound like a spoiled, selfish, ungrateful bitch,
but I started to cry. Tears rolled down
my cheeks and my smile became a deep, disappointed frown. He said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would
react like this. I think there’s a
Walgreen’s open down the street. I’ll go
pick up something quick, okay?” I nodded my head in affirmation while I continued
to sob.
He returned with a small plastic bag in his hand, went to his
room to wrap the contents, and returned with a card and one tiny, hastily
wrapped present. I opened the card and
gift. It was a framed photo of us, but I
wasn’t smiling now the way I was in that image.
I recognized that frame. That
same frame had been in his bedroom all this time, but it formerly held a
picture of his family. I was certain beyond doubt it was the very same frame.
He only bought a two dollar card.
“You didn’t just buy this,” I said. “This frame was in your room.”
He tried explaining that it was indeed a new frame, and he liked
that other similar frame so much he just bought a like one. However, when I looked for it, the former
frame was no longer atop his dresser. He somehow managed to justify its magical
disappearance. He probably started
kissing me, and distracting from his dishonesty.
Although his love first felt like a miracle that Christmas
season, I soon learned it was all a lie.
There would be no new traditions because the truth, like that recycled frame,
was extremely disappointing and brought me to tears. He never worked that Christmas because he
didn’t actually have a job. The life I
thought we shared was one of deep deceit, a life he wrapped up in shiny ribbons
and bows to hide the ugly truth. I only discovered such disguised truths months
later, after I believed I had forgiven him for the frame.
He was a thief – a fucking thief. When he said he was working, he was out
stealing. I found a number of citations
in his sock drawer and confronted him. Every day, he had admitted – every god-damn day -- he stole. Most items he pawned off, but others he kept.
I learned that he was once caught stealing hypoallergenic sheets. He stole fucking hypoallergenic sheets for
himself. What the fuck? Really?
As I sit here now and reflect on that Christmas when I
sacrificed my funds, my time with family, and my trust for him, I am angry
without any guilt. I wasn’t the selfish
one; it was him. He stole fucking sheets
for himself and gave me a shitty used frame. For fuck’s sake! If he was
stealing shit every god-damn day, I should have gotten the mother-load of
illegally obtained items for Christmas that year! ‘Twas the season for lying and thievery.
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Oh my goodness! First, I can't believe this happened. Second, damn right you should have received a sweet haul for Christmas that year!
ReplyDeleteRight? :)
DeleteWhat an interesting story. But I'm a bit confused because it would have been so easy to give you something stolen. Could it be he didn't want to give you something stolen?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I use to try to figure all of complicated him out. He was my first husband too, the one I wrote about in "Five Minutes," the one who attempted suicide. I have given up on that practice long, long ago though. He's just crazy -- not acceptable crazy like me either -- bat-shit crazy.
DeleteYipes. Crazysauce. Well... at least you found out!
ReplyDeleteLesson learned: go easy on the xmas presents. ;)
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Girl, I would have cried too, but not because I am spoiled, but because imbalance in a relationship feels like doody. This is a great story. I feel like I have been there-- I am sure I have in some sense, but your writing made it so clear. Clepto....sounds like a troubled soul.
ReplyDeleteYikes. That is so shitty that he turned out to be such a jerk. I am really sorry!
ReplyDeleteOh no. Made even more horrific by the fact that he was the first one you wanted to invite to family Christmas. Sometimes we have to learn about assholes like that though, to find someone much better later on (my first someone like that cheated on me and later got deported...yea.....). Hoping this year the holidays are filled with less thievery and more love. Unless, of course, you get those hypoallergenic sheets for yourself.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I have so much in my life now that is far better than sheets, like a new, loving, kind husband and two beautiful children.
Deletewow what a tool!
ReplyDeleteI'd have been enraged, too. You clearly put so much more into the relationship than he did and that's the part that would make me angrier than angry. Glad he's a distant memory...
ReplyDeleteOh man, good riddance! What a jerk. I don't think you were being a bitch at all.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, I would have been furious also. Relationships are hard in the best of circumstances, but in this case? Damn near impossible. I loved the way that you wrote this. I could really see you walking into his living room. Wishing you a beautiful holiday season this year, filled with family, friends, and lots of love. You deserve it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. He was impossible and I am so glad I am done with him. I have such love in my life now.
DeleteMy first Valentine's with Paul, I bought him and iPod and he bought me flowers. A big disparity. But I soon learned that he gave to me every single day instead of a few days of the year. I'm sorry that you had to date such a tool! But, I bet you learned a lot from this.
ReplyDeleteFurious is an understatement. I could feel you here and I was infuriated right with you. Damn it anyway! Why do we have to kiss those douchebag frogs to get to the good stuff? Happy Thanksgiving, again!
ReplyDeleteOh, wow! What a story! I've dated losers, but that guy takes the cake! (Takes the cake...that was unintentional!) I'm so glad you found real love.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to quit complaining about lack of luck in my love life. This story is horrible! Thank goodness it didn't hold you back --you got the great gift in the end, just not from him.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story! I can't believe how awful he was. Good for you for insisting that he acknowledge you. Too bad he completely ruined things anyway. Thank God you got out of that relationship at some point!
ReplyDeleteGood Lord! While he was out stealing he couldn't pick up something shiny for his girlfriend?! Not that I want you to receive stolen goods for Christmas, but it just seems like the thought would have crossed his mind. You dodged a bullet there, honey!
ReplyDeleteWell. I simply don't know what to say. That is infuriating, not because he didn't get you a gift, but because he was so dishonest all along. I'm sorry that happened to you!
ReplyDeleteYEAH. That story SUCKS. Not the post, not the writing, of course - you have made this shitty story lovely in its way - but WOW. Was he really so clueless he didn't think you'd get him a present and he'd need to get you one? Like, HELLO?? Even if he didn't get you something as cool as a chinese teapot (and let's face it, chances are slim), SOMETHING to show that he thought of you. Because Duh. Sorry, I'm ranting. I'm really, really glad you found someone awesome to have a family with.
ReplyDeleteI have always given way more than I have ever gotten in return - Yes!! The twinning continues. I'm angry on your behalf, but more saddened when I think of your excitement being crushed like that.
ReplyDeleteOh man, I'm glad you found out the truth about him while you could still get away! What a jerk!!
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