Devin Richard Rasmussen...
Six months into any relationship you are still on your best behavior for that person, pretending to be something you want them to see and as time goes on that person you first met probably doesnt stray to far from that "pretend" person but Devin turned into your typical "A" asshole.
We were at his friend Steves house. I was sitting there in a dark, disgusting appartment with a fake smile plastered on my face. Devin was there to smoke weed and I am assuming Steves roommate was a dealer because he looked like a five year old whose body had been stretched to make him 6 feet tall. The dealer had long hair that had been combed in days and teeth that looked like carpet had started growing in the cracks. I was expecting a cockroach to crawl out of his nose and burry its crunchy body in his hair. I could describe this man for days so I will stop there, needless to say it was not a place where I fit in. The drug dealers girlfriend kept on trying to befriend me and find common grounds but she stopped when she noticed my body slowly leaning away from her.
As they were passing the pipe around the room the drug dealers girlfriend handed it to me and as I handed it to Devin everyone took a deep breathe as if I had offened someone. Looking around the room at their faces they were baffled and confused why I didnt take a puff. HELLO! Do I look like I fit in with you? Does it look like my life is anyway shape or form turning into your life anytime soon? Please, then the drug dealers girlfriend really didnt want anything to do with me. Devin said, "ya, jess doesnt smoke." They all kinda laughed and I thought this whole interchange was hilarious! So here I am, miss princess jess wearing my true religion jeans, nice shirt and my ALDO flats, completely out numbered. It was right then and there I decided never to go into a drug dealers house again. The world as I knew it completely shifted. I was the minority and heaven forbid you take care of yourself. It must be in a drug dealer hand book,
"Thou shalt not brush your teeth. Drug resin can attach to teeth being able to make your high last longer.
Thou shalt not clean your countertops. Drug particles settle on undusted surfaces.
Thou shalt not take showers. This makes your customers not want to be around you long thus making more time for you and your drugs.
Thou shalt only date women who resemble you and could be mistaken for your 12 year old sister. Cops are kinder to kids
And if a non user comes to your house they are the minority."
Ok, I got sidetracked... After getting made fun of because I dont "smoke the dope" I started looking at Devins phone. Now, I know this sounds bad but I was only looking as research. I wanted to see the pictures I sent him so that I could come up with some new "looks" for furture ones. As I was scrolling through the pictures I noticed one flat assed "white" girl bending over that was so clearly not me. So I went into the data on this image and the picture was sent 1 week prior... we had been dating for 6 months. I placed the phone on his lap with the picture open. His high eyes and high brain couldn't process everything going on and he said this to me, "Baby, thats you."
HELLO JACKASS! I'VE GROWN UP WITH MY ASS, I'VE WIPPED THIS ASS FOR YEARS, MY ASS IS MY DAMN NEAR BEST FRIEND AND THAT BITCH ANIT' GOT NOTHING ON THIS ASS OF MINE!!!!!! Thats what I wanted to say, instead my eyes were filling up with tears so I walked out. His high, lanky, stumbling body came crawling out after me. I stood next to his car and he unlocked it and we both got in.
It was silent and I had my head leaned against the window. I couldnt stop the tears from bursting out the lump in my throat got larger and larger and there was no comforting or apology. The car didnt even come to a stop as I leaped out. Both of my brothers were standing outside and instantly they went towards his tan neon car but before they could get to him he sped off. Their next priority was me. Being overly dramatic, as always, I laid in my bed bawling and Jordan came in, cradled me in his arms and told me its going to be ok.
Hours later I woke up from my crying comma. Immediately I crabbed my phone to see if Devin had contacted me. My phone was bone dry. Nothing! I called him so upset. Not only is he asking nasty trash girls to send him pictures but he didnt even call?!
"Hello", he said.
"What where you thinking Devin?"
"I wanted a picture of her so I asked her and she sent it. There is nothing else I can say and I am not going to apologize for it either. It happened."
I was speechless.
So, ask youself. Would you have left him? Sure, I bet any self respected girl would have but thats one thing that you all need to keep in mind. At this point I didnt have much self respect. I am not really sure what happened after that, its a blur. But we got back together and his dark evil hold got worse. Only because I set it up for him this way.
I will keep on posting stories about him because they are hilarious in there own way and secretly I would love Devin to read all of these.
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