The Case of the Missing Earring

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After I found it on the bedroom floor I sent her a joking text. I know you left your earring here just so you would have an excuse to come back. She lol’d and said, No, idc, it’s not worth anything anyway. It was only supposed to be a hookup. We emailed, it was fine, texted, fine, phone calls, fine, had sex, fine, the next day, not so fine. I was minding my own business and she called at night ranting about everyone she talked to that day.

I suppose I should shorten the story by telling you what it took me a couple weeks to find out. She was taking a day’s worth of Adderal all at once to get through her night shift job. Then when it kicked in she would call me and bitch about her day while she drove to work. She had a problem with everyone she met. It reminded me of the old saying, “If you meet 3 assholes in 1 day, chances are you are the 4th.”

The night we hooked up was funny. I knew she was busy with 2 kids and working. I knew she had the night off finally so I texted her to see what she was doing. She told me she had been driving around looking at Christmas lights. She was only 10 minutes from my place. I said, duh, shouldn’t you be at my house? She told me to give her an hour and she showed up around 3am.

The next day she texted me a few and it was normal until the phone call. There was no conversation. It was just her on a rant. This went on for a couple of weeks without me being able to see her in person again. In that time I found out about the Adderal and also she had a restraining order and court case coming up because she bit her ex boyfriend during a fight the previous month. My libido was starting to cool off. Every night between 6:30 and 7 I was on the phone listening to her bitch. I didn’t know what to do.

Finally she broke me one day. She did it by texting me out of nowhere. She was saying how she felt like such a bad mom because her son told her he was depressed and she didn’t know what to do about it. I asked her where her son was and said maybe she should talk to him about it. She told me he was sitting right next to her on the couch. I couldn’t believe it. I had plenty of women text me before while the were spending time with their kids which bothers me a bit but never in the middle of a major problem. I told her to put the phone down and talk to her son.

It was after this text and another week of pre-work phone calls, I could do it anymore. I said, Listen, I didn’t sign up for this. We were only supposed to be hooking up, I am in no condition to be someone’s sole emotional support system. I was surprised. She took it well for someone with such a bad temper.

It wasn’t until a few days later she got back to me. She sent an email. Now she wanted the earring back. Let me tell you. When she said it wasn’t worth anything, she was right. It looked like something you would get out of a gumball machine for 25 cents. She wanted me to mail it to her. I had no problem with that. For the price of a stamp I would be free.

The next day I had it ready to drop in the letterbox. She sent me another email laying out instructions on how I was supposed to send it. She told me to wrap it up in something soft so it wouldn’t break and to make sure I had the right address, etc… I wish she had put as much care into her kids as she did worrying about this little bauble.

That was it. After a month of letting her run roughshod over me, I was finally angry about it. Something so stupid set me off. Before her detailed instructions I had already prepared the earring for the mail in exactly the manner she said. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. I did what any sensible person would do. I picked up the envelope with the correct address written on it and walked out the door, down the stairs, across the parking lot and tossed the whole lot into the dumpster. Way over the top and into the bottom where it would never be found.

[Postscript] I have never met a person who took Adderal and did not abuse it. And I have met plenty. Think about that before you let a doctor prescribe it to your kid. It is pure amphetamine. (That’s speed)

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