So here’s what happened to me tonight.
As my husband and I are eating dinner, I ask him what’s happening with Jerald. This man is our wedding videographer (we got married almost 7 months ago). In early June, Jerald said he was almost finished editing our video and would call us when it was done. Since then, no word, and he’s not returning our calls or emails. I confirmed this with my husband.
“So, seven months ago we gave this guy hundreds of dollars to do work that he has not yet done, and now we can’t get ahold of him, and you think that’s ok?” I said.
“No, I don’t. I will call him tomorrow.”
“And say what? You should be calling him every day. We should be telling him we’re going to report him to the Chamber of Commerce. He is screwing us over. We need to get agressive.”
“I will call him tomorrow. I hope to speak with him. If I don’t, I will examine the options for trying to find a way to speak to him.” (In husband-speak, this means he’ll send another “aggressive” email or leave an equally “aggressive” voicemail saying “what’s up?”)
He suddenly switched subjects. “You know, this is not an effective way to communicate with me. Getting angry at me is not going to solve this problem.”
“I am not trying to get angry with you. I am trying to show you what this guy has done, so you will get angry with him, like I am. I think he’s screwing us. How can I communicate with you to get you to fix this?”
This is when he threw his plate of food (homemade fajitas) at the wall behind the kitchen table.
“I can’t just fucking tell you how to do it. Just fucking back off ok? Can you fucking do that? Or are you too stupid?”
I looked at him stunned for a moment. This happens to me a lot … I get really confused and have so many things swirling around in my head that I am sort of paralyzed and can’t say anything. The main thought was that I couldn’t grasp how a 26-year-old man had just thrown his food at the wall, it was now dripping down all over the floor and making a huge disgusting mess, and he was calling me stupid. After a few seconds of stunned silence on my part, he agreed with himself: “Yes, I can see you are too fucking stupid, that’s what I thought.”
I then looked wistfully at the bowl of fajita fillings still on the table. Full of chicken and vegetables, spices and sauce, very messy. I picked it up for a second and longed to throw it on the floor, thinking then I would earn his praise and perhaps get to be smart like him. But I couldn’t do it. I put it back down.
A few minutes later, he had also thrown something (I don’t know what, as I had left the room) at the dry-erase board near our table, knocking it to the floor and scattering knick-knacks from the table beneath. Somewhere in there, a glass of milk also got tossed, so there is milk EVERYWHERE.
I am still just kind of stunned. I honestly don’t know how a grown man can think it is ok for him to treat me like this. Yelling orders in my face like that (“back off, just fucking back off!”) and also calling me stupid (this is by no means the worst he’s called me)… I just don’t think I deserve this. And the thing is, there’s no escape. I could pussyfoot around all day and night, and still it wouldn’t be good enough for him. I am almost in tears now as I write this, I just don’t understand how he can think this is acceptable.
FUCK. And it’s only Monday …