(Geez, I hope weasels are indigenous to this area of the country!)
I’m nobody special. Ain’t gorgeous, ain’t genius, just your average 40+ single mom, struggling to make ends meet, but not depressed about it, either…in general, I am cheerful, self-contented, responsible, thrifty and brave. Sorta brave.
I am leaving my job in 2 1/2 weeks. Two weeks before I gave notice of intent to leave, boss-man determined that because his very troubled wife was safely ensconced in alcohol rehab, at a private facility only a guy like my boss could afford, he needed a new sexual partner in his life. He elected me.
How he arrived at this selection is beyond me, frankly, but I suppose because I am close to his age, generally happy, in pretty good physical shape, not a complete idiot, and someone who he could talk to without feeling “judged” or “hit up for cash”. Also, it didn’t hurt that he also clearly felt I was his subordinate, and SHOULD therefore do whatever he wished me to do. (Weasels, take hold any time now, ok?)
I declined graciously. He pursued. I declined firmly. He pursued harder. I said NO, as forcefully as I could. Then I stopped answering my phone when I noticed he had called. Within a few days, I gave notice of my leaving.
Now he doesn’t talk to me at all, but he has told coworkers that he is angry with me, and finds me disloyal & untrustworthy, and is glad I am going away. (Weasels, batten down!)
How can a woman (or man) compete when a work relationship comes to this? What if I had to, for financial reasons, stay with this job? What does a reasoning, healthy, fair-minded person DO in this circumstance where I have lost before I have even begun, and by no action of my own? (I cannot even imagine the horror of having said yes, having said NO is clearly bad enough, but suddenly I understand what might motivate people to say yes in this situation.)
So thanks, you 'nad-less, mean, selfish, worthless acne scar of a human male, for exerting your insane, bullying power over someone who worked hard for 3 years for you in a professional capacity, longed for nothing more than to keep the relationship that way, and wouldn’t blow you now or ever, even if she had the misfortune of being married to you.
You are a fuckstick of diminished proportion, and a raw, red, bleeding asshole the size of the solar system. I’m leaving, but not before I wish the most swollen, agonizing case of unhealing hemmorhoidal polyps upon you…and if they could cover your whole body, all the better.
Weasels, you boys done yet?