Why don't cell phones work in Newmarket? Is it because Newmarket is hell? It is a complete dead zone, and anyone who has lived or spent any significant amount of time there will know what I am talking about. I didn't think of that when we moved there. We got a nice place off the main drag, a 2 bedroom, for not a bad price. There were two floors, the living room, kitchen, and bathroom upstairs, and the two bedrooms downstairs. The stairs were spiral, and really too narrow. I got stuck in them one night when I was really wasted.
We had our place, and we were so happy and excited. I had left Applebee's, maybe a big mistake, but that's what I was good at those days. I had gotten a new job in Exeter at a pizza joint. I would get weird shifts where I would work for 4 hours, get 2-3 hours off, then come back for 4-5 hours. At first I would just sit in the car, go for a walk, etc. when on my break. But then I learned that there was a bar up the street open for lunch. I thought it was fun to have a few and then go back to work. A few quickly turned into 8-12 of course. At home we were partying every night, and Kelli and I were fighting more than ever. Poor Rick had to sit through all this, and one night had to hear our very loud and kinky make up sex. Lucky Rick. He never had a girlfriend, and that's all he really wanted. He was very much into falling in love, and he was kind of losing it a little. I don't think he was quite ready to be out on his own and party at the rate that we were.
Two weeks after we moved in, I had to go to work one day and asked Kelli to borrow $20 for "lunch". I knew I could get paid at work, the owner paid me in cash and let me loan money and such. So Brian and I went out for beers during my break. After work he and T picked me up and we got a 30 rack, and went back to my place. (Yes, Brian and T ended up hanging out with Kelli and I, awkward at first, then it was all good.) I had Kelli's $20, so she would be happy and we could all have a fun time. Right? Wrong.
I told Brian and T to wait in the hall while I went in to see what kind of mood Kelli was in. I opened the door and she was cleaning, (a first), and was pissed off at me, because she had gone to my work and found out I was drinking at lunch. I told her I had her money, so everything was fine. She flipped out completely, wouldn't take her $20, and I couldn't take her. I said fuck it and left with Brian and T.
We went to a bar in Durham to blow off some steam. I knew that this was just going to make matters worse, but I didn't care. I just wanted to have a fun night. I called Kelli, and she did not want to talk. When I got home, she had packed some bags, and told me that she was leaving. That she couldn't take it anymore and she was moving in with a friend who just got divorced. She told me these things, but I couldn't hear her. My heartbeat was much too loud. My pulse was like a bass drum, slamming against my chest. This wasn't really "It". I loved her. She loved me. We would make up in the morning. But in the morning she was gone.
I lost my mind. I mean I literally went insane. I was nothing without her. I called, I texted, I tried to make things right. I drank. I quit my job, I had no way to get there. It was just Rick and I now. Rick lost his job too. Two unemployed guys in a place that we couldn't pay for. I saw Kelli a few times, I even did this whole romantic picinic thing where I went to a spot earlier in the day and got beer and food and wine, set it all up, and then surprised her with it later. None of it worked. We would start fighting by the end of all of these, "dates". Course I didn't know at the time that she was already fucking some guy, but the thought had crossed my mind a few times. I was jealous. I was angry. I was utterly heartbroken.
I would wake up everyday, scrounge up money, or change, or whatever I could get my hands on and go down to the store. I would buy the cheapest beer I could get, usually 2 or 3 40oz. That would start me out. I didn't eat. I hardly slept. At night I would find a party to go to and drink for free. Or I could usually hustle enough to go out to the bars. Rick would come with me. I tried to fill the hole in me with beer, women... It always seemed like any girl that Rick liked, I would end up taking home and fucking. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't even know he liked them before the fact. But that made him even more sad and depressed. We would be at a bar and he would be literally crying, tears, to a girl at the bar. Not a great way to pick up chicks. Rick ended up going back to his parents, but not until I was done with him.
That's it. Come back soon. Sorry for the couple days off.
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