So.
Yesterday my abuser showed up at my job. I did not expect to see him. I was as polite as I could be considering the circumstances. But I did spit on his truck while he was in the parts dept. I won’t say more on this because I won’t give that interaction more weight than it deserves. But it set a bad tone for the day.
Then I had a customer who wasted three hours of my time. Fine. That’s the car selling business. But my dad called me in the middle of what I thought was going to be a deal, cursing me and telling me my mom wouldn’t answer his “fucking calls.” And showed up AT MY JOB while I was with a customer.
Thankfully my mom called him back and was able to pick him up (his truck had broken down across the street from my work).
But then I had a customer come in at 5:22 (we close at 6 on Saturday. No big deal. I’ll work late if I’m going to get a sale) with his wife. He was drunk as fuck (his wife said he’d had 3 40s before they stopped in). He touched my ass and told me I was fine as hell when he thought his wife was out of earshot. I left at 5:55 and probably broke the sound barrier leaving the parking lot.
And THEN. Once I got to my boyfriend’s house I found out that an ex friend of mine (who I haven’t talked to in months) was spreading rumors that I was having problems with my boyfriend (I’m not) and guys it’s really a miracle that ANY ONE of these people still have air in their tires.
