a year ago today
One year ago today my conceited, unemployed, jacka** of an ex-boyfriend "game over'd" me at Disneyland.
Seriously.
He said, "Game over.", and pushed me away from him like he couldn't stand the sight of me. All this before we even got to the car. Now, in his mind, I did something unforgivable which was ditch his overbearing, insulting, and in love with him mother, sister, brother in law, and father at Disneyland. It was rather rude, and I never apologized. However, when we first got to the park, he walked hand in hand with his mother down Main Street without once ever looking to see if I was with them, stopping to let me catch up with them, or basically acknowledging my existence in any way at all.
This was the final straw for me.
I had tried to break up with him two weeks earlier. I knew it was over from Easter Sunday on because, of course, I spent 7-8 hours celebrating Easter with his family, or, more to the point, his rude mother, but that's irrelevant now.
My biggest complaint was this:
By 'game over'ing' me at Disneyland he took a magical place ( for me) and turned into an unpleasant memory or maybe more to my point... he tainted Disneyland for me.
And it sucked. I have had (and continue to have) a pass for years, and it was pure coincidence when I met him that he enjoyed Disneyland as much as I. It was nice to share it with someone steady, but we ALWAYS had to go to Disneyland with his entire family or at least one member-his sister usually. They even planned like 4-5 Sunday Disneyland afternoons at the beginning of 2008. They pride themselves on being the sole reason that Disneyland exists and that they know more about it than anyone else in the world.
And yet they mock The Tiki Room. (sigh)
My mother took me to Disneyland quite a bit when I was growing up. It's one of my favorite places to be. I've dragged countless boyfriends there for weekends, days, nights, but, of course, nothing I had ever experienced at Disneyland was of any importance because they had done more, seen more, and collected more pins. I have never, will never, and have no desire to collect or trade pins at Disneyland, but, of course, that just made me even less the Disney expert.
Following last 4/20, I spent a good five months licking my wounds, expressing my anger in nasty MySpace blogs, and drinking a lot of vodka. I didn't want to go to Disneyland because it seemed wrong-like I'd walk right into their happy little family. I didn't force myself to go out of fear. I found other places and people to hang out with.
With a year to reflect on this relationship, I do know that it wasn't good for much longer than I admitted to myself. I also acknowledge that I kept it going for about 4 months longer than I should have out of fear of living a solitary existence forever. Was it fair of me to do something so irrevocable that he had no choice to "game over" me? No. Should I have just turned around and left the park after watching him walk away hand in hand with mother? Yes. I'm sure in his good opinion I am guilty of the whole debacle. That being said, he was still a jacka** to do it at Disneyland.
So yesterday I drove down to Disneyland by myself, met up with some friends, and the bad memories didn't overwhelm me. On my way into the park, I was a bit paranoid that I might run into this awful family I was forced to share the happiest place on earth with, but, really, by the time I got inside and ate my chocolate croissant, they were forgotten.
I have reclaimed my Disneyland. The place where I can enjoy The Tiki Room on my own terms, not have to sit through the Golden Horseshoe Revue, and not be forced into doing silly stunts for the photos they take on Space Mountain. Additionally, I won't have to sit around waiting while that jacka** goes off for 20 minutes at a time to go smoke.
I digress.
The past has no power over me any longer. If and when, because you know it's inevitable, I do run into any of them while I'm having fun at Disneyland, the only thing I will have to say is:
"Where is my money?"
Because that jacka** owes me some , and he knows it.
And I digress again.
I think the lesson learned is that your heart does eventually mend, that the the power to render the heart whole again lies within yourself, and that nothing truly magical will ever be vanquished be an evil villain.
(an evil villain who owes you money to boot!)
Seriously.
He said, "Game over.", and pushed me away from him like he couldn't stand the sight of me. All this before we even got to the car. Now, in his mind, I did something unforgivable which was ditch his overbearing, insulting, and in love with him mother, sister, brother in law, and father at Disneyland. It was rather rude, and I never apologized. However, when we first got to the park, he walked hand in hand with his mother down Main Street without once ever looking to see if I was with them, stopping to let me catch up with them, or basically acknowledging my existence in any way at all.
This was the final straw for me.
I had tried to break up with him two weeks earlier. I knew it was over from Easter Sunday on because, of course, I spent 7-8 hours celebrating Easter with his family, or, more to the point, his rude mother, but that's irrelevant now.
My biggest complaint was this:
By 'game over'ing' me at Disneyland he took a magical place ( for me) and turned into an unpleasant memory or maybe more to my point... he tainted Disneyland for me.
And it sucked. I have had (and continue to have) a pass for years, and it was pure coincidence when I met him that he enjoyed Disneyland as much as I. It was nice to share it with someone steady, but we ALWAYS had to go to Disneyland with his entire family or at least one member-his sister usually. They even planned like 4-5 Sunday Disneyland afternoons at the beginning of 2008. They pride themselves on being the sole reason that Disneyland exists and that they know more about it than anyone else in the world.
And yet they mock The Tiki Room. (sigh)
My mother took me to Disneyland quite a bit when I was growing up. It's one of my favorite places to be. I've dragged countless boyfriends there for weekends, days, nights, but, of course, nothing I had ever experienced at Disneyland was of any importance because they had done more, seen more, and collected more pins. I have never, will never, and have no desire to collect or trade pins at Disneyland, but, of course, that just made me even less the Disney expert.
Following last 4/20, I spent a good five months licking my wounds, expressing my anger in nasty MySpace blogs, and drinking a lot of vodka. I didn't want to go to Disneyland because it seemed wrong-like I'd walk right into their happy little family. I didn't force myself to go out of fear. I found other places and people to hang out with.
With a year to reflect on this relationship, I do know that it wasn't good for much longer than I admitted to myself. I also acknowledge that I kept it going for about 4 months longer than I should have out of fear of living a solitary existence forever. Was it fair of me to do something so irrevocable that he had no choice to "game over" me? No. Should I have just turned around and left the park after watching him walk away hand in hand with mother? Yes. I'm sure in his good opinion I am guilty of the whole debacle. That being said, he was still a jacka** to do it at Disneyland.
So yesterday I drove down to Disneyland by myself, met up with some friends, and the bad memories didn't overwhelm me. On my way into the park, I was a bit paranoid that I might run into this awful family I was forced to share the happiest place on earth with, but, really, by the time I got inside and ate my chocolate croissant, they were forgotten.
I have reclaimed my Disneyland. The place where I can enjoy The Tiki Room on my own terms, not have to sit through the Golden Horseshoe Revue, and not be forced into doing silly stunts for the photos they take on Space Mountain. Additionally, I won't have to sit around waiting while that jacka** goes off for 20 minutes at a time to go smoke.
I digress.
The past has no power over me any longer. If and when, because you know it's inevitable, I do run into any of them while I'm having fun at Disneyland, the only thing I will have to say is:
"Where is my money?"
Because that jacka** owes me some , and he knows it.
And I digress again.
I think the lesson learned is that your heart does eventually mend, that the the power to render the heart whole again lies within yourself, and that nothing truly magical will ever be vanquished be an evil villain.
(an evil villain who owes you money to boot!)
