The Good The Bad The Ugly

Okay-dokey. Well, the boy-toy and I had a long talk on Friday when he got home. This came down to the good the bad and the ugly.

The Good
When asked point blank “Do I make you happy.” The answer was an immediate yes… I told him to think about it a while and get back to me… three hours later he said sometimes. All this weekend we have made a effort to actually talk about things that bother us and why it does rather than the ususal “lighting of the fuse” to our dynamite so we no longer snapped and just went off on each other. We both brought up things that bothered us that neither of us saw that we did. Needless to say he slept with me all weekend and we didn’t fight. Let us hope this keeps going. He said he would go to the therapist the week after next.

The Bad
I found out that the Boy-Toys work is one of the things that SERIOUSLY stresses him out. He said he didn’t want me to know to the extent of why it bothered him because he didn’t want to stress me out. I told him that I would much rather know what the real issue of his anger was rather than him taking out his anger on me. He said he would work on it.

The Ugly
To add to some of the problems I have found out why Boy-Toy was stressed about his job and didn’t want to tell me. There are two partners who own the business. Partner One is a ego-maniacal twit who is extremely materialistic and money hungry. He loves to flaunt his money and make people (especially his employees) beg (literally) for their paycheck or an extra few bucks. He also takes out taxes (sometimes) but doesn’ record it on the paycheck stub. (I will be calling the BBB later this week). He also is a severe drinker who has dislocated his very young sons arm twice when he was made and the other kids acutally have pissed their pants when he yells. (Never gets in trouble with police, see what money can buy you in this town?) Partner Two is a crack head. Yep, another one. This guy is caught all the time sleeping in closets, or on the roof smoking the glass pipe. Boy-Toys brother caught him one time in a closet with a holster containing a gun, a gun on his lap, two glass pipes and Partner Two was in Boy-Toy terms, “passed the fuck out.” He didn’t wake him. Partner Two would disappear for a few hours and come back to work LIT. Well, Partner One was tired of the homeowner complaing about his partner, (these are SEVERAL million dollar houses we are talking about) tired of his employees complaining since they had to catch up on all his work, and tired of his best friend basically letting him down.

Friday morning Partner One fired Partner Two.
Friday afternoon Partner Two calls everyone contractor and home owner giving death threats if they hire that company.
Friday afternoon Boy-Toy calls Alice and tells her not to go outside because he has received a death threat and rape threats on me.
Saturday morning Partner One calls Boy-Toy and tells him that he was sorry he fired Partner Two and that he didn’t want to, everyone made him. Grow some fucking balls you bastard.
Saturday evening Partner One calls Boy-Toy again apologizing saying it wasn’t actually any of their faults, he is just so upset to have lost such a good friend. Partner Ones wife came home just to be with him and Quote, “ to hold each other in this time of crisis.”
Hope Boy-Toy’s day at work is going smoothly.