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Compared
to rape it was nothing. I guess
...
I told Michael I thought the
handyman (and his drinking buddy)
was getting a little too familiar.
Michael chose to ignore it.
When he brought home his drinking
buddy, who came into our bedroom
where I was sleeping, and touched
my hair and ran his hands up
and down my arm, and told me
how wonderful I was, and how
beautiful I was, and how I should
be treated much better; and
if I were with him HE wouldn't
go drinking, but would stay
home with me, I FELT raped.
HE never understood. So 1.5
years later, I let Gary make
his apologies.
The
three of us were together, and
Gary was drunk again. As soon
as my Michael went to the men's
room, Gary was touching my arm
and trying to get me in his
lap, and trying to hold my hand.
He said he didn't remember the
other incident, but if he did
it, he was proud of himself,
and would like to do it again
so he could remember. Michael
and I left. I will have NOTHING
to do with Gary. I've been fine,
as long as I don't see him,
and he stays away from me.
Michael and I worked together.
This summer, Gary left flowers
(from someone's garden) on the
seat of my car on about 4 occasions.
He walked in the office one
day (just happened to be the
day when Michael's car was in
the shop), and delivered a big
bag of fresh fruit (and just
happened to be all my favorites,
which had been a topic of conversation
several years previous). I said
I was going to take some books
to the book swap. Michael said
he was taking some of his to
Gary. And then wondered why
I was upset.
A
few weeks ago I was working
very late (8 p.m.). A man called
the office, and asked for my
boyfriend. (gone) He asked if
he was coming back. (no). He
then identified himself as Gary,
said he didn't think Mike was
there, as he had just walked
by the office, and didn't see
his car. He THEN said he had
some fresh meat and wanted to
know if he could come to the
office to give it to me for
me and Michael. I told him that
I couldn't talk, and to call
my friend at our home. And then
freaked.
I felt like I was being stalked.
I was scared. And MICHAEL told
me to stop my sniveling.
Incidentally, Gary didn't call
that night -- he was probably
too drunk. The next day, 10
minutes after Michael had left
for an appointment, leaving
me alone in the office, Gary
called him again, and asked
to have Michael call. Michael
went over and got some meat
from Gary. He then said that
Gary didn't say much about the
previous day, other than to
say he thought Michael's car
WAS there. (opposite of what
Gary said to me.). Michael thought
it was nothing and put the meat
in the refrigerator.
It wasn't much, but it still
made me feel BAD. I needed Michael's
support, and HE wasn't there.
For all I know, the meat could
still be there, rotten by now.
I don't know. I'm not there
anymore.
I wish there was a site out
there for ME. Thanks for listening.
- Bonnie
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