Round 2: Fight!

Posted August 25, 2010

Sheri and I are scrambling to remember events that happened after we finally started our relationship.  It seems though because of the exhausting drama that was the holidays and New Year I believe for at least a few weeks everything died down and was quiet.

In the following weeks her sister went in for surgery to have her hysterectomy, my sister too was in and out of the hospital.  We're kindred spirits as my oldest sister has been battling metestatic colon cancer for the past 9 years-her last reoccurance was 6 years ago but dealing with the side effects from chemo and surgery have actually been worse than the actual cancer.  So we were otherwise preoccupied.

I had made the decision somewhere in February that I was going to go back down to Memphis for St. Pattie's Day in March.  Sheri was less than thrilled about this and I'll let you in on a little secret.
She didn't want me going to Memphis because my best friend whom I was visiting was also someone I slept with-ONCE!  We were having a girls night, drank too many margaritas...and you can figure out the rest.  It had happened about a year prior to this and my patience was wearing thin on the allotted time to give me shit about it.  I was patient though as the time my friend and I slept together was very close to the first time Sheri told me she loved me.

Every Sunday in early 2006 when my friend lived in NJ she and I would have girlie days, we'd watch Scrubs, drink a lot of tequila, and get the most fantastic Italian food.  Those nights I would drive the 30 minute drive home with Sheri keeping me awake.  It didn't matter what time of the night it was, mostly very late, I'd call her and she'd stay awake and talk to me until I got home and crawled into bed.  One particular night, I was a little tipsy and Sheri and I were just saying goodnight and as if she had been saying it all along just slipped in "I love you."

"I love you too."

Like second nature-no hesitation.  No second thoughts.  When we hung up the phone I laid on my back staring into the dark with the biggest, goofiest grin on my face holding on to what her voice sounded like. 
Flash forward to the current year 2007 Sheri was still giving me grief about sleeping with my friend.  She seems to think the timing was that she told me she loved me and THEN I slept with her.  No matter how much I have protested (even since then) she's convinced that's how it happened.  Sorry love, this happened before you told me you loved me.

Anyways this is why she didn't want me going to Memphis-the first time or this time.  She thought that hey, if we did it once we'll do it again. 

So plane ticket is purchased, plans are unfolding, I'm super excited to go for St. Pattie's Day.  It would be the first St. Pattie's Day that I wouldn't be spending with my boyfriend and I wanted to be AS FAR AWAY from that as possible.  Hence why I went to Memphis. 

Who should pop her little head into mine and Sheri's business while I'm down there?  Yeah-Alli, the girl from Henrietta's.

A friend of hers was having a party while I was down there and I knew some bad things were going to be happening there.  Sheri had made it known that this girl...dabbled socially... in some illegal activity.  I didn't feel comfortable with Sheri being in that environment for a very very good reason.  I told her I didn't mind if they went out, well OK who am I kidding, I HATED the idea of them going out.  This was the same girl who wrote a list of reasons why Sheri should leave me and be with her.  Yeah, she's just the type of "friend" I want my girlfriend hanging around.

*takes a deep breath*

Not to mention it's like this girl has some super-Jen-radar and knows when I'm not going to be around.  I actually believed for the first few months that if I was out of town, if I had a family party, or if I was just otherwise preoccupied Sheri was telling her this because it seemed all too convenient when I said "Hey I'm going here" and Sheri would say "Well Alli invited me to do this that weekend."

I'm surprised I'm not bald from ripping all of my hair out over this.

ANYWAYS!  Stay on track Jen-sheesh!

So I'm in Memphis-Sheri is telling me about this party and I've locked myself away in my friend's bedroom.  I feel bad that once again while visiting my friend I am too busy crying to actually enjoy spending time with her.  Sheri and I are fighting, quite loudly I might add, that she has no business hanging out with this girl who's sole purpose was to split us up.  So Sheri said "Just tell me you don't want me to go to the party and I won't go."

I said "No, I'm not going to be that girlfriend who tells you what can you and cannot do."

"I know you don't want me to go so just say it!"

"Fine," I sighed, "I don't want you to go to the party.  I don't mind if you go out with her but I don't want you in that environment with that temptation."

*silence*

"Well I'm going anyways."

I.fucking.flipped.  I screamed and hurled my phone across the living room and collapsed into a sobbing mess.  My poor friend wrapped her arms around me and just let me cry and scream and shout a very unlady like string of obsenities.

I ended up getting hammered that night at the party we threw.  So much so towards the end of the night I was lying in the middle of her living room floor with her friend who was telling me that if I was this upset that I truly loved Sheri-but if she loved me than she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

I texted her after that about how much I love her, how it drives me crazy thinking about her with this girl-knowing their past.  Did we not mention that she hooked up with her the night she met her?  No?  Well there ya have it.  It was like "Hi, how are you?  Oh you wanna make out and I'll go down your pants?  Sure!!"  And to top it off this chick was sending pictures of her boobs to my girlfriend as a way to pursuade her to go out with her again...so yeah I didn't like this girl for a VERY good reason.  She was a snake and for some reason my girlfriend wanted her around...wow...still bitter about it....moving on...

She ended up going to the party but only staying for a little bit.  The party was held at her friend's house and she met the friend who I also had to chase off because she was eyeing up Sheri and it was this whole big lezzie drama.  Oh...funny thought...Alli tried to convince Sheri that she could still be in a relationship with me and date other people...like for instance..her.  HA! 

As usual, Sheri and I couldn't stay away from each other and I couldn't stay mad at her.  It's some unexplainable thing but when we fight and no matter how angry I get I want to snuggle up to her and tell her I love her.  However, when SHE'S angry she'll spit fire at me and then not speak to me for a day or two.  While I can just let it go and move on she simmers like a crock pot.

That's not the end of it though.

I was going to Memphis from Thursday-Sunday.  In March of 2007 there was a HUGE snowstorm that weekend and my flight home was cancelled.  I didn't mind too much and I stayed another night. 
Monday rolls around...I don't remember if my friend went to work or not.  I think she did for a half day but later she brought me to the airport for me to catch another flight home.  THAT flight was cancelled too!  They did have a connecting flight in Cleveland that I could have flown to and then catch a flight back home so that's what I opted to do.

I rush to get to my gate only to end up sitting there for 3 FREAKIN HOURS because there's no plane.  Plane gets there, I get boarded then sit on the tarmack for another hour and a half.  Did I mention that I have a crippling fear of flying?  No?  Well I do.  A panic attack,  2 xanax and a little bottle of wine later we're in the air.  I am in the last seat of the plane right next to the bathroom on the left.  I'm looking out my window and I see a pond and note how pretty it looks from up here.  A few minutes later I look out again and see "another" pond.  I look out and see "another" pond and think Hmm...that looks exactly like the other two.

Want to know why?

BECAUSE WE WERE CIRCLING THE AIRPORT.  I hear the captain come over the loud speakers *ccsshhh* Hello this is your captain speaking..uuuhh.... we are circling because....uuuhh...we don't have the thrusting capabilities in our engines to reach to the cruising altitude....uuhh...we have to cirle and burn off some extra fuel and then make an emergency landing back at Memphis International...."*ccsshh*

Son of a....

So we land.  Wait for another plane, take off, land in Cleveland.  Miss my connecting flight by HOURS.  We get there so late the airport is closed. 

I'm actually pretty calm at this point.  Sheri however is the one freaking out.  And who comes to the rescue?  Alli.  She works for a big-wig company and was very well off.  She flashed the fact that she had access to limo services, private plans, and a buttload of cash.  So Sheri's telling her I'm stranded in Clevelend until Tuesday and she offers to send a private jet for me.

Sheri calls and tells me this and I laugh, respectfully declining.  While I know it's a nice gesture I see right through her façade.  Don't think for a split second that I think she's doing this to "rescue me".  She's doing this for herself so Sheri can put her higher up on her pedestal and think "Wow..she would do this for me?  She's amazing" and swoon and the like. 

I woke up that Tuesday morning, caught a shuttle, got on the plane, and landed 2 hours later in LaGuardia.  When I got off the plane I was tired and a little drunk.  It's the only way I can fly.  That's when I saw the most adorable and beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Standing at the edge of the gate was Sheri and our friend Luis.  She was holding up a sign with my last name on it and I ran..err..stumbled into her arms.  She definately was a site for my sore eyes.

 The fight about that girl?  Rinse and repeat for the next 3 years.