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I had cashed in some vacation time and went home for a few days. Ted was actually suspended for three days so he had some time off. Vince was still beyond pissed at him for hijacking his show on Monday night and sent him home. Not that it really mattered too much; Ted hadn't been getting a push lately and his name had appeared more than once on the 'future endeavored' list. For the past year I had been putting my two cents in when those meetings came about and got Ted saved from being fired.
Luckily we were traveling in the Houston area that week so the drive home wasn't going to be too bad. Ted decided that he was coming home with me during his suspension rather than go back to his home in Miami. It had been three days since I broke up with Randy. He was not handling it well at all. Every time I saw him, he made sure to tell me that I was a whore and an awful person. He's told me three times now that I would live to regret cheating on him and breaking his heart. He scared me. I know I did something wrong, something horribly wrong to him, but he had claimed that loved me. You don't try to hurt and scare the ones you love, right?
Randy's text messages were no better.
Randy: You need to get your shit out of my house.
Me: I will.
Randy: When?
Me: Next time we are around St Louis?
Randy: Not soon enough.
Me: I can have my sister pick it up.
Randy: No. I want YOU to come and get it.
Me: Why can't Amanda pick it up?
Randy: Because I want you to do it, slut.
Me: Stop calling me that.
Randy: Stop being a slut then.
Me: Good bye.
Ted deleted the messages right after I showed them to him. "Babe, you don't need this right now. We'll work something out to get your things from him. How much do you have there?"
"Quite a bit. We were together for six years…..I practically lived with him for a while there."
Ted frowned. He didn't like talking about Randy. He wanted to completely ignore the fact that Randy and I had been together in the first place. Ted was moving fast. He was telling everyone that I was his girlfriend and that we were starting to get serious. As soon as Randy heard that rumor the messages started getting nastier.
"Hey, whore. Heard you and DiBiase are officially together now. Hope you treat him just as well as you treated me. Fucking bitch." *click*
I refused to take his calls and deleted his voicemails as soon as I listened to them. I don't know why I listened. He was rude, crass and being a total jerk to me. I know I fucked up. Trust me, I know. I am hoping that his anger will subside soon so he will stop this verbal abuse. I've talked to Katie about it and she didn't really have any advice except to ignore him and he will stop eventually. She was refusing to talk to him as well. A few times he had cornered her at work and demanded to know what I was doing. She told him to piss off every time and that I wasn't his concern any longer. He needed to get over it.
The drive to Houston was long. I was antsy to get out of the car. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be in my cute little 3 bedroom home with the white siding and the blue shutters. I wanted to be in my large bedroom and sleep in my own queen sized bed. I wanted to drink my morning coffee in my own kitchen. I wanted Ted to sleep beside me and hold me and tell me that everything is ok and that we will get through this together.
I am a horribly insecure person. I need to be constantly reassured that I am going to be ok. My sister, the therapist, says that I'm insecure like this, afraid of being left alone, because I had had a hard time with dad being on the road a lot when I was growing up. I was afraid that one day I won't have anyone. I know it's a silly fear, but it's still real to me and Ted was catching on to this fact. He said it might explain why I stayed with Randy for so long even though I was really unhappy towards the end.
"Nice place," he said as I unlocked the front door and let us inside. Right away I saw a pile of clean laundry that Randy had left on the couch the last time we were here together. I walked over to the couch and started putting the folded laundry into a pile. I didn't want to call Randy and tell him that he left some of his things here as well. As a matter of fact, I think my garage is half filled with his things-miscellaneous stuff, tools, a motorcycle.
"Those Randy's?" he asked as he watched me refold some of the clothes before I put them in a pile. I nodded. "Why are they still here?" Did I detect a note of jealousy in his voice when he asked me that?
"Yeah….he hasn't come to pick them up yet…."
"I don't want him here this weekend."
"I don't either, Ted. In fact, he is the last person that I want here this weekend." I got up from the couch and walked over to where he was sitting in the recliner. I crawled into his lap. He smiled. "The only person I want is already here…."
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We spent the rest of the day in bed making love. He was tender and loving. I swear he whispered 'I love you' in my ear a few times but I couldn't be sure.
The next morning around eight thirty, someone started ringing my doorbell. I groaned, rolled over and looked at the clock. Too early for anyone but my sister Abby. She had a key. If it was really important, she would let herself inside. I rolled back over and snuggled up to Ted's bare back. I kissed his shoulder before drifting back to sleep.
I didn't get to sleep very long before I heard the doorbell ringing again. This time whoever was on the other side was ringing it repeatedly making it impossible to fall back asleep. "What in the hell…." Ted mumbled, waking up and rubbing his eyes. "It's nine in the morning…"
"Trust me, I know," I grumbled while throwing a sweatshirt on over my shorty shorts.
I bounded down the stairs, the doorbell still ringing nonstop. "I'm coming. Jesus…." I yelled while I pulled my long auburn hair up into a messy ponytail. I swear if Katie or Abby are standing on the other side of door, I was going to scream.
I opened the door and immediately regretted answering it. I stared straight into the icy cold blue eyes of a pissed off viper.
"Is he here?" he growled.
"Babe, who was it?" A sleepy Ted asked from the stairs. "Son of a bitch….."
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