The Move Day 2
Tags: Breakups

I planned to cook Pozole so we went towards downtown to find a mexican grocery store. In the back of the store was his childhood home. He was so excited to show me this area and he shared with me a few stories from his past. It was very nostalgic for him and I was happy to see him happy. We drove back to his house and went for a quick run before his mom came over and before I started to cook. He told me that he didn’t want his brother to come over, eventhough he was going to be living there. He didn’t show up to help him move from Hayward and Jack was upset by that. He told me he wasn’t going to answer his calls for a few days. But since he was drinking, he wanted his family to be there and enjoy his new place. So he called him. I met his mom and she was great. Very nice and seemed to know a lot about me and I knew a lot about her. But once his brother showed up with his girlfriend or the girl he sees from time to time, the vibe changed. The last time I met his girl, it was fine. We seemed to get a long at that time. She is a drug addict and lives in a halfway house so I just brushed off her weird vibe. As soon as we all went inside the house, she sat next to me and asked me how I felt about Jack moving down to Fresno. I said well I think it’s good for us but it’s also a good move for him start his business. His brother who was across the room, started to laugh so hard. I didn’t even know he was listening. She said, it’s funny how we make up these stories in our head to help us. I was thrown off by their response. I was coming from a genuine place. She quickly got up and walked away when I wasn’t finished talking. It was rude but again, I just brushed it off and minded my business and ignored her. I didn’t want to start a fight since we were having a good day. I told Jack later what she said and he said that she was just jealous of me. And because I was the woman of the house, she was intimidated by that. She would come into the kitchen and make comments to me like, “are you planning to move to Fresno” because she overheard me having a conversation with his mom about Fresno. And then she also said “oh you’re such a good wifey!” Her vibe was throwing me off but I kept my composure and tried to ignore her. Jack would say things about her to me throughout the night and how she was staring at us. At that point, I wish she didn’t come. I played with the baby while Jack and his mom went to the store. I guess she was supposed to watch her while I was cooking but she didn’t. I picked the baby up and walked over to where they were and they quickly walked out of the room and didn’t make eye contact with me. I told Jack about all of this and he seemed very supportive and validated a lot of what I was feeling. But I noticed he had been drinking quite a bit at that point. Later on, his mom leaves and his stepsister shows up. She’s long time friends with this other girl. As soon as she arrives they both go to the bathroom. I look at them like this is very high school. Mind you, the both are addicts so the first thing I thought was they were doing drugs. More catty behavior of them excluding me but I wasn’t really worried about being excluded it was just very obvious they were doing it intentionally. I was confused by the girl’s bipolar behavior. She walks in and says she wants to sit by the fireplace and pulls the rug and brings it over to the fireplace. The stepsister asks me if she could put a log in the fireplace. Not sure why she asked me. I told her I didn’t care. Jack and his brother weren’t saying anything. Then the girl tells me to give her the remote. I look at her and wonder if she is trying to punk me and she is. I don’t respond and she tells me again. I poke Jack and he hands it to her and I look at her and she has this uncomfortable look on her face. I think she expected that I was going to hand it to her. She didn’t really want to watch tv. She was just testing me. I was pissed after that because Jack wasn’t saying anything to her about her behavior and I wanted to tell her off but I didn’t. Jack begins to tell his brother about my traumatic story with my last job. He tells them that I told my therapist that I compared my life to Serpico and he begins to mock me and my situation in front of all of them. Mind you, I was already embarassed for being treated rudely by them earlier and now he’s making fun of a very traumatic situation in my life. It was very personal and I was even more pissed. I asked him to go to the room. His brother laughs again as we get up and walk away. In the room, I tell Jack to not bring this up and why is he doing this. He has this glazed look in his eyes and says “don’t compare your life to Serpico. You are not Serpico.” I knew I couldn’t get through to him and just told him to not share what I said to them outside. Then his brother comes and knocks on the door and says they are leaving. So we walk out and I sit down on the couch and the first thing he does is he says, “you know what she told me in the room? She told me not to bring up Serpico.” I instantly got red and hot and got up and yelled at the top of my lungs and said that it wasn’t even about that! I couldn’t control my anger at that point. I smacked his hand and he said I could leave. I walked to the room, slammed the door and stood there thinking what am I going to do? I felt stuck. Shortly after, his brother comes and knocks on the door and asks if I am ok. I said no. He said that Jack appreciates everything that I have done for him and that he’s been fired too and he knows how it feels. He really doesn’t know the whole story and what Jack said and what his brother was saying were 2 completely different scenarios. It was a private situation that I didn’t want shared with people who really didn’t know me. I walked out of the room and see Jack sitting too close to his stepsister and his brother and his girl are standing by the fireplace. I said “whoever is parked behind me needs to move so I can get out.” His stepsister jumps up and I look at Jack and walk away. I leave my stuff intentionally because I just needed some time away from the situation. It was just after midnight. I didn’t know where I was going but I just needed to leave. I drove to an empty parking lot and tried calling family and friends, whoever was available to talk to me at that time. Luckily, my friend Teresa answered. She talked me through the situation and I felt it was best I get a hotel room. I called Jack a few times and he didn’t answer. I texted him to let him know that I was coming in the morning to get my stuff. He never responded.