Birthday Psycho

So I was dating a Japanese guy, let’s call him Chad, and I was very excited cause he was the first Asian man I ever dated [I’m down with the swirl lol!] Anyway, we met in December, got exclusive in February, and met each others kids in March.

I was going to DC with my 8 year-old daughter in April for her spring break [this trip was planned before I met him] and Chad asked if it would be okay if he and his 15 year-old daughter came along as well…I said sure. We stayed in the same hotel, but in separate rooms.  I had a day-by-day itinerary with things I had planned to see, show reservations, White House/Capitol visits, and etc.

For my birthday which was the coming Friday of that week, my plans were to go to the Kennedy Center to see the NY ballet with my friends Carrie and Brenda who were visiting from Philly and of course I invited Chad and his daughter to attend as well.

My birthday arrived and I stopped at the mall after visiting some of the museums.  Chad got all huffy with an attitude and said I was taking too long because he felt that I would be late for my dinner reservation at 6.  I told him that he could leave me and the girls so that he didn’t have to wait on me and that I was capable of getting back to the hotel on my own.  He said I made him feel like I didn’t want him there and I said “well, I don’t want you here if you’re going to rush me [especially when I’m spending my own damn money on me on my damn birthday!!!!!].”  Instead of going back to the hotel, which was one metro stop away from the mall, he decided to sit outside of Macy’s and wait with major attitude. So, I ignored him and continuing to shop with our daughters.

Getting Ready… 

While at the hotel as I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit for dinner, I called Chad’s room around 5 and asked if he and his daughter were ready to go and he said no because they were sleeping. [Excuse me!!!??? You rushed me at the mall so that we would be on time and you’re @$$ is sleeping! GTFOH]  I called the front desk to arrange for a taxi to the restaurant, but they informed me that they wouldn’t have a taxi ready for about 30-45 minutes.  I decided not to wait for Chad because I didn’t want to lose the reservation and was expecting another friend to meet us at the restaurant, so I let him know that my daughter and I would be hitching a ride with Carrie and that he would have to catch a cab once he was ready.

Birthday Dinner & Ballet…

Chad didn’t talk to me AT ALL during dinner – didn’t wish me Happy Birthday, tell me I looked nice, nothing – and barely talked to my friends. Brenda made a point of speaking to him and asking questions about his background, but he gave her short snippy answers.

So we went to the ballet and it was great because it was the first time I had ever been to a ballet.  After the show, I tried to make peace with Chad and said “Hey, Carrie brought all my favorite Philly foods down in a cooler, it’s enough for everybody, do you want to come to my room and the girls can hang out in your room?”  Would you believe that Chad flipped the f**k out? [I’m pretty sure the Kennedy Center staff  have this on videotape.]  He was yelling at me that I didn’t want to be with him, I only wanted to be with my friends, and that I was acting completely different around them [Sir, need I remind you that this trip was planned BEFORE you were even in the picture and that YOU asked to tag along?]. He started kowtowing to me and yelling that he “capitulates” and everything I do is right and everything he does is wrong. I was asking him to explain to me what happened to make him so angry and he said I was trying to cross examine him.  People were staring at us, the staff asked me if I wanted to be escorted out. It was terrible. (Fortunately, Brenda got the kids away so they didn’t see the entire scene that he had created.)

I still had 2 days left of the trip and I avoided him for the most part.  He sent several text messages and tried calling my room and my cell, but I ignored them.  I eventually got worried that he might murder me if I didn’t acknowledge him [because clearly he’s a nut job], so I met him in the lobby for a drink.  He tried to apologize but he kept saying he didn’t understand why I was upset because he didn’t hit me or cheat on me [because yelling and screaming AND kneeling with your face to the ground in front of a bunch of strangers at the Kennedy Center is completely normal and no big deal 0_0].  He also said that he felt like I was overreacting by not wanting to be alone with him where he could apologize “proper.”

As the trip was winding down, I managed to get an earlier flight home [HALLELUJAH!] and haven’t talked to Chad since.  It took him about a month to stop trying to contact me during which time Carrie and Brenda always had my Google Latitudes location AND I made certain that I always drove around my block before I parked to get out the car.