I am so angry I can barely see straight.
BP, my business partner, a man who is actively trying to [date] me, is being such a dick I am incapable of properly processing it.
We have a deal. I am working my ass off — he is supposed to cover my expenses until our business cash flows. Except he’s making me stress about it. I am suffering this week. I have $5. I have two urgent needs and I need spending money. I lost two non-BP projects last week that we had good proposals on. Each group decided that with the economy . . . they need not spend thousands of dollars before the end of the year.
Now, I am suffering. I am out of allergy meds, so I am hive-y and blotchy. My pantry is emptying rapidly. The money he was supposed to have deposited last week, he has not even thought about.
I asked him, in follow up, if I should stress (meaning, should I look elsewhere to keep things on?). His response: “I am not a psychologist.”
This is one of the reasons I have not slept with him. He would be just as slow to do what I need, but I would be able to have grave regrets about surrendering my virtue.
Of course, as I sat here in tears, he emailed me to say everything is taken care of. No more than 10 minutes had elapsed. I think that makes him even more dickish.