Felt Like I'd Been 'Punked'
If you have ever seen the TV show Punked with its producer Ashton Kutcher, you will know why this was such an eye opener. Name changes for protection of individual and myself. Last week I went to go visit Mason at his house and see what progress he had made and to enjoy the outdoors and the countryside, which I am a huge fan of. Mason was trying to fix a lawn mower he purchased from a neighbor and so after showing me a tour of the house, he got right back to working on the project. The drive there took me 45mns, because it's definitely remote. He didn't ask me how it went, nor how I was, but continued working. He admitted he was a terrible host and to make myself at home. So I did. I sat out in the back yard next to his coy pond that came with the home and played with his dog. He had planted a garden around the back and made it homey. Indoors the living room is really spacious and the children's bedrooms and his master are quaint.
The place really is an engineering, architectural marvel. He said he plans on adding a pool and making his room bigger, buying chickens and really making the place a ranch, outback bbq type hangout and haven. It's honestly beautiful. We hiked around an old park with a pond and I spotted a toad snapped his picture and Mason let him go. I had had a pretty good day and we also went into town for parts, had pizza for lunch. Not my choice, but eh. Later, we decided what to have for dinner as the sun was starting to go down, I met his neighbor Hank and his daughter, (who were nice) gf was at home; and offered for them to join us to eat. I settled in the kitchen and let Mason be a man's man outside and chat and also because he was so stoked to get the lawn mower running, he mowed the lawn. For what seemed over an hour, I turned the kitchen upside down. I cleaned off his picture frame project and filled in a few with some he had sitting out and spread them out on the living room table for people to see.
I prepped the chicken and ribs for marinate, tossed a salad after cutting up veggies, and cleaned up the sink. I started the oven and began to set the table and things were going well. I mean I felt I created a masterpiece of deliciousness, not to brag, but a woman in the kitchen is hot stuff. What struck me was he had been gone for quite some time. The food started to fill the kitchen, and I began to wonder where he went. I heard a key in the garage door and flinched a little because usually he just left it open if he was close by. I had my backed turned and a woman entered the room! She was apparently a neighbor of his and politely explained she wanted to check on the dog Mason was watching, the other dog that was there. She looked around the house and demanded to know where he was, who I was, and what the dinner was for. Startled, idle, out of ideas, I fibbed and said the dinner was just a set up and that I was his coworker from work.
Both true, but that his friends would join us, and the fact that I used to see him outside of work, yeah I left that out. She started to whimper uncontrollably and to tell me a sob story about how she left her husband for Mason and that she loved him so much, and that she was jealous of me, and kept apologizing for being crazy. She also added they had been dating on and off, currently off and that he is the biggest asshole (ya don't say) and kept asking me why does she keep staying. I kept searching for an out. I was hoping the cameras would show up and this would all be a sick joke he'd played on me, or that she would jump out of character or something. No, this was real. She threatened me twice and waved her cigarette around at me. I had to get outta there. I walked outside and lied I was going to leave to see my boyfriend and that I was just getting a dinner set for Mason. It seemed to work and I was headed for the grand exit, when Mason showed up.
I found it hard to breathe because I wanted to kill him for leaving me. What was worse, I couldn't get my parking brake to lift because the car was parked uphill. He saw me, and asked if I was alright, motioned that he would explain crazy girl later, and to come back inside. The woman stood behind her dog and cowered in fear and did nothing. I wanted out. Mason didn't deserve an explanation or my time at this point. I shut the car door and put Rhonda in gear and floored it out of the driveway. It was as if I couldn't get outta there fast enough. I drove home, hungry, half sad, half completely shocked and tired from what just happened.
What an eye opener, I mean seriously. Last year, I was her, minus the smoking, that was me, crying, acting insane, all over the place, but the difference was, I didn't stay in it. I didn't keep letting him back in romantically. I thought a friendship would work, but this man simply doesn't care. I feel badly for this woman, but she is doing this to herself. I called later to find my sunglasses and capris, and to ask what happened, but people were over, and they all laughed at me as he didn't even stick up for me publicly or thank me for the dinner they were now all eating. He told me I should have stayed and that it was rude I had left without talking. What?! Hang on. So I was in the wrong, for leaving an otherwise dangerous situation? I don't think so! I was appalled and realized this could never be repaired, and what was more awful was that they insulted my religion saying what ya gonna do ask Jesus for help, seek the cross? I tried to switch gears, but wound up hanging up and crying. That hurt.
To know that someone almost 40 had no maturity whatsoever and not a care for anyone but himself, was a nightmare. I learned a lesson that night and set a boundary. How sad that he must date around and wrestle with other people's emotions. All I can do is pray, and be thankful I escaped unscathed. I write this story, tmi I am sure, and maybe disrespectful to share, but in my mind it's not. A woman needs to know she matters and deserves respect. Whether a man is your friend, or your lover, no one deserves that treatment or needs to stay with someone who ignores them. That girl must be burned from the inside out. I don't even want to imagine, nor do I want in this. I am truly glad I found out the way I did. What a coincidence and on Friday the 13th too. Maybe this is the best fake Punk ever. For now, I pray I can save face, because I work with him. Until next time, this is Moxie signing off to eat breakfast.
The place really is an engineering, architectural marvel. He said he plans on adding a pool and making his room bigger, buying chickens and really making the place a ranch, outback bbq type hangout and haven. It's honestly beautiful. We hiked around an old park with a pond and I spotted a toad snapped his picture and Mason let him go. I had had a pretty good day and we also went into town for parts, had pizza for lunch. Not my choice, but eh. Later, we decided what to have for dinner as the sun was starting to go down, I met his neighbor Hank and his daughter, (who were nice) gf was at home; and offered for them to join us to eat. I settled in the kitchen and let Mason be a man's man outside and chat and also because he was so stoked to get the lawn mower running, he mowed the lawn. For what seemed over an hour, I turned the kitchen upside down. I cleaned off his picture frame project and filled in a few with some he had sitting out and spread them out on the living room table for people to see.
I prepped the chicken and ribs for marinate, tossed a salad after cutting up veggies, and cleaned up the sink. I started the oven and began to set the table and things were going well. I mean I felt I created a masterpiece of deliciousness, not to brag, but a woman in the kitchen is hot stuff. What struck me was he had been gone for quite some time. The food started to fill the kitchen, and I began to wonder where he went. I heard a key in the garage door and flinched a little because usually he just left it open if he was close by. I had my backed turned and a woman entered the room! She was apparently a neighbor of his and politely explained she wanted to check on the dog Mason was watching, the other dog that was there. She looked around the house and demanded to know where he was, who I was, and what the dinner was for. Startled, idle, out of ideas, I fibbed and said the dinner was just a set up and that I was his coworker from work.
Both true, but that his friends would join us, and the fact that I used to see him outside of work, yeah I left that out. She started to whimper uncontrollably and to tell me a sob story about how she left her husband for Mason and that she loved him so much, and that she was jealous of me, and kept apologizing for being crazy. She also added they had been dating on and off, currently off and that he is the biggest asshole (ya don't say) and kept asking me why does she keep staying. I kept searching for an out. I was hoping the cameras would show up and this would all be a sick joke he'd played on me, or that she would jump out of character or something. No, this was real. She threatened me twice and waved her cigarette around at me. I had to get outta there. I walked outside and lied I was going to leave to see my boyfriend and that I was just getting a dinner set for Mason. It seemed to work and I was headed for the grand exit, when Mason showed up.
I found it hard to breathe because I wanted to kill him for leaving me. What was worse, I couldn't get my parking brake to lift because the car was parked uphill. He saw me, and asked if I was alright, motioned that he would explain crazy girl later, and to come back inside. The woman stood behind her dog and cowered in fear and did nothing. I wanted out. Mason didn't deserve an explanation or my time at this point. I shut the car door and put Rhonda in gear and floored it out of the driveway. It was as if I couldn't get outta there fast enough. I drove home, hungry, half sad, half completely shocked and tired from what just happened.
What an eye opener, I mean seriously. Last year, I was her, minus the smoking, that was me, crying, acting insane, all over the place, but the difference was, I didn't stay in it. I didn't keep letting him back in romantically. I thought a friendship would work, but this man simply doesn't care. I feel badly for this woman, but she is doing this to herself. I called later to find my sunglasses and capris, and to ask what happened, but people were over, and they all laughed at me as he didn't even stick up for me publicly or thank me for the dinner they were now all eating. He told me I should have stayed and that it was rude I had left without talking. What?! Hang on. So I was in the wrong, for leaving an otherwise dangerous situation? I don't think so! I was appalled and realized this could never be repaired, and what was more awful was that they insulted my religion saying what ya gonna do ask Jesus for help, seek the cross? I tried to switch gears, but wound up hanging up and crying. That hurt.
To know that someone almost 40 had no maturity whatsoever and not a care for anyone but himself, was a nightmare. I learned a lesson that night and set a boundary. How sad that he must date around and wrestle with other people's emotions. All I can do is pray, and be thankful I escaped unscathed. I write this story, tmi I am sure, and maybe disrespectful to share, but in my mind it's not. A woman needs to know she matters and deserves respect. Whether a man is your friend, or your lover, no one deserves that treatment or needs to stay with someone who ignores them. That girl must be burned from the inside out. I don't even want to imagine, nor do I want in this. I am truly glad I found out the way I did. What a coincidence and on Friday the 13th too. Maybe this is the best fake Punk ever. For now, I pray I can save face, because I work with him. Until next time, this is Moxie signing off to eat breakfast.
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