Suzy’s Strange Saga
You love Bobby…well at least you think you do. He’s been your only boyfriend so you don’t have any other real comparison.
But even if you do love him, you still don’t think you’re ready to marry him at least not on the terms he wants.
“Can’t we just…I dunno…runaway together?” you ask.
“What? I don’t understand, I thought you loved me.” Bobby says.
“I do, but marriage…that’s a really big step…and all my other concerns aside I still don’t feel comfortable living with your sister. I mean maybe it would be different if it were just us and no other ties. I might even feel comfortable starting a family with you with a clean slate as it were.”
“Suzy…that’s just not possible. First of all I already have a perfectly good home that’s fully stocked with necessities, why the hell would I just abandon it? That would be dumb just from a logical standpoint and just because you don’t want anything to do with your worthless family, I still love mine and I’m not going to just abandon them.”
“Worthless? Yeah, I don’t think highly of them either, but don’t you dare come in and start claiming superiority! At least my family isn’t a bunch of inbred brainwashed murderers. And fuck you Bobby, if you REALLY wanted to, we could fucking run away together. You’re a resourceful guy.”
“Oh I’m a resourceful guy huh? Well maybe I am, but what are YOU going to be doing?”
“What do you mean what am I going to be doing? I’m going to be with you! Isn’t that enough?”
“Suzy, you’re sitting here asking me to give up EVERYTHING that’s important to my life and I’m asking why should I? I mean yes, I get you don’t like Diana, but I already told you that she isn’t going to be a problem…” Bobby says before you interrupt.
“And excuse me if I’m not completely fucking convinced. She’s your fucking ex, she hates my guts AND you expect me to live under the same roof with her even when we’re fucking married? No, not fucking happening and I’m also not being a goddamn brood sow just waiting around for you to fuck me.” You interject.
“Don’t see how that’s much different from your life now…” Bobby says dismissively.
You’re speechless for a second.
“Excuse me?” you say.
“I said I don’t see how sitting around waiting for me to fuck you would be that big of a change in your life because you practically do that now. I mean what the hell do YOU do except hide out down here from the rest of the world and then every now and then we meet up to fuck. If we got married, the only difference would be you’d be living in a better home and actually have to do something with your time like maybe look after our kids…but of course you don’t want any because at your core you’re completely self centered and only care about what YOU want. You know, you got a lot more in common with Diana than you realize in that department.”
With as much power as you can, you slap Bobby across his face. He doesn’t flinch, and it seems he was even expecting it. He just gives you the stone face stare.
“Get the fuck out. Go back to your fucked up religion and sister fucking. We’re through, for good this time.” You say.
Bobby doesn’t say anything he just gathers his clothing and gets dressed as fast as possible. He doesn’t look at you the entire time until he starts to walk away.
“I love you Suzy, but I suppose this is easier for the both of us. I hope your life works out.” He says and then turns away.
You hear his footsteps going up the basement stairs and then eventually you hear the front door slam.
And he’s gone. That’s it. Bobby’s out of your life forever and you immediately feel a mixture of sadness and sickness.
You’re sad of course because despite all the problems you had towards the end of your relationship (And the incredibly shitty thing he said to you which caused the final split anyway), he was your first and you do believe he did love you and you loved him.
You thought you both had so much in common at one time, but it turned out your differences were greater than you thought and some people just aren’t meant to be together.
You also feel sick due to the fact that he was potentially your “savior” in getting out of your current predicament with your older sister. Now that he’s gone, you don’t know what the hell you’re going to do. You spend a little time wondering if you should’ve just went along with Bobby’s proposal. Would it have really been all that bad?
It’s too late now though, you can’t call him now even if you really wanted to…and you do really want to, but you just can’t ignore his own faults in what caused the final straw to be broken in the relationship.
Somewhere in between the crying and moping, you realize that what you’re doing right now isn’t any different from any other day; namely, you’re hiding out from the world in your basement. The only major difference is you happen to be extremely upset right now.
Bobby was right about that on some level. You do just sit around down here doing nothing waiting for…what exactly? Maybe you were waiting for Bobby to “save you” somehow, but obviously you didn’t really want that or at least you didn’t want it on the terms he was demanding.
What DO you want in life Suzy? What can you do to change your status?
Well, you aren’t sure what you want in life, but you know the only potential way to change your status now is to either get a job or find some new place to live. Seeing as you’re already depressed, you open up your laptop and proceed to engage in the soul-crushing task of looking for a job.
As day turns to night, you spend hours looking for a job…well actually you spend AN hour looking and the rest of the time being distracted with your depression. The problem is there is just nothing out there for the likes of you unless you want to be stripper at one of the many strip clubs. You sometimes wish you were more like Donna because if you had less hangs up about being slutty, you’d jump at the chance.
However, you were cursed with an odd concept of self-respect so no stripping for you. You look into waitressing since it seems like that’s another job that’s always available. You find a few places hiring…at the strip clubs…great.
The further descent of desperation causes you to look for jobs involving house keeping or janitorial work. You are already dreading the idea of doing such labor, but you still have to look. You find one that’s open…at an adult bookstore. You can only imagine what you’d be primarily cleaning up.
“What the fuck is wrong with this town? Isn’t there even a goddamn fast food place in need of a hapless burger flipper?” you cry out in frustration.
You’re about to give up and resign yourself to being depressed and doing nothing until you fall asleep when you find something that looks slightly more promising.
There is not one but TWO jobs open at a comic shop, imaginatively called “Jake’s Comic Shop” who you assume is the owner. One is moving a bunch of boxes around and the other is working a register. Not exactly the most desirable of jobs, but it beats the idea of dressing in skimpy clothing, getting ogled and possibly groped. (Let alone cleaning up jizz for a living)
As far as you’re concerned that’s your task for tomorrow. You’re heading over to Jake’s Comic Shop and you’re not leaving until you have employment. You feel slightly positive about this, well not really, but you do at least feel like you’ve accomplished something this dark day.
With that out of the way, you allow yourself to go back to being depressed over today’s unfortunate event until you set your alarm for tomorrow (Which you never usually do) and eventually fall asleep.
But even if you do love him, you still don’t think you’re ready to marry him at least not on the terms he wants.
“Can’t we just…I dunno…runaway together?” you ask.
“What? I don’t understand, I thought you loved me.” Bobby says.
“I do, but marriage…that’s a really big step…and all my other concerns aside I still don’t feel comfortable living with your sister. I mean maybe it would be different if it were just us and no other ties. I might even feel comfortable starting a family with you with a clean slate as it were.”
“Suzy…that’s just not possible. First of all I already have a perfectly good home that’s fully stocked with necessities, why the hell would I just abandon it? That would be dumb just from a logical standpoint and just because you don’t want anything to do with your worthless family, I still love mine and I’m not going to just abandon them.”
“Worthless? Yeah, I don’t think highly of them either, but don’t you dare come in and start claiming superiority! At least my family isn’t a bunch of inbred brainwashed murderers. And fuck you Bobby, if you REALLY wanted to, we could fucking run away together. You’re a resourceful guy.”
“Oh I’m a resourceful guy huh? Well maybe I am, but what are YOU going to be doing?”
“What do you mean what am I going to be doing? I’m going to be with you! Isn’t that enough?”
“Suzy, you’re sitting here asking me to give up EVERYTHING that’s important to my life and I’m asking why should I? I mean yes, I get you don’t like Diana, but I already told you that she isn’t going to be a problem…” Bobby says before you interrupt.
“And excuse me if I’m not completely fucking convinced. She’s your fucking ex, she hates my guts AND you expect me to live under the same roof with her even when we’re fucking married? No, not fucking happening and I’m also not being a goddamn brood sow just waiting around for you to fuck me.” You interject.
“Don’t see how that’s much different from your life now…” Bobby says dismissively.
You’re speechless for a second.
“Excuse me?” you say.
“I said I don’t see how sitting around waiting for me to fuck you would be that big of a change in your life because you practically do that now. I mean what the hell do YOU do except hide out down here from the rest of the world and then every now and then we meet up to fuck. If we got married, the only difference would be you’d be living in a better home and actually have to do something with your time like maybe look after our kids…but of course you don’t want any because at your core you’re completely self centered and only care about what YOU want. You know, you got a lot more in common with Diana than you realize in that department.”
With as much power as you can, you slap Bobby across his face. He doesn’t flinch, and it seems he was even expecting it. He just gives you the stone face stare.
“Get the fuck out. Go back to your fucked up religion and sister fucking. We’re through, for good this time.” You say.
Bobby doesn’t say anything he just gathers his clothing and gets dressed as fast as possible. He doesn’t look at you the entire time until he starts to walk away.
“I love you Suzy, but I suppose this is easier for the both of us. I hope your life works out.” He says and then turns away.
You hear his footsteps going up the basement stairs and then eventually you hear the front door slam.
And he’s gone. That’s it. Bobby’s out of your life forever and you immediately feel a mixture of sadness and sickness.
You’re sad of course because despite all the problems you had towards the end of your relationship (And the incredibly shitty thing he said to you which caused the final split anyway), he was your first and you do believe he did love you and you loved him.
You thought you both had so much in common at one time, but it turned out your differences were greater than you thought and some people just aren’t meant to be together.
You also feel sick due to the fact that he was potentially your “savior” in getting out of your current predicament with your older sister. Now that he’s gone, you don’t know what the hell you’re going to do. You spend a little time wondering if you should’ve just went along with Bobby’s proposal. Would it have really been all that bad?
It’s too late now though, you can’t call him now even if you really wanted to…and you do really want to, but you just can’t ignore his own faults in what caused the final straw to be broken in the relationship.
Somewhere in between the crying and moping, you realize that what you’re doing right now isn’t any different from any other day; namely, you’re hiding out from the world in your basement. The only major difference is you happen to be extremely upset right now.
Bobby was right about that on some level. You do just sit around down here doing nothing waiting for…what exactly? Maybe you were waiting for Bobby to “save you” somehow, but obviously you didn’t really want that or at least you didn’t want it on the terms he was demanding.
What DO you want in life Suzy? What can you do to change your status?
Well, you aren’t sure what you want in life, but you know the only potential way to change your status now is to either get a job or find some new place to live. Seeing as you’re already depressed, you open up your laptop and proceed to engage in the soul-crushing task of looking for a job.
As day turns to night, you spend hours looking for a job…well actually you spend AN hour looking and the rest of the time being distracted with your depression. The problem is there is just nothing out there for the likes of you unless you want to be stripper at one of the many strip clubs. You sometimes wish you were more like Donna because if you had less hangs up about being slutty, you’d jump at the chance.
However, you were cursed with an odd concept of self-respect so no stripping for you. You look into waitressing since it seems like that’s another job that’s always available. You find a few places hiring…at the strip clubs…great.
The further descent of desperation causes you to look for jobs involving house keeping or janitorial work. You are already dreading the idea of doing such labor, but you still have to look. You find one that’s open…at an adult bookstore. You can only imagine what you’d be primarily cleaning up.
“What the fuck is wrong with this town? Isn’t there even a goddamn fast food place in need of a hapless burger flipper?” you cry out in frustration.
You’re about to give up and resign yourself to being depressed and doing nothing until you fall asleep when you find something that looks slightly more promising.
There is not one but TWO jobs open at a comic shop, imaginatively called “Jake’s Comic Shop” who you assume is the owner. One is moving a bunch of boxes around and the other is working a register. Not exactly the most desirable of jobs, but it beats the idea of dressing in skimpy clothing, getting ogled and possibly groped. (Let alone cleaning up jizz for a living)
As far as you’re concerned that’s your task for tomorrow. You’re heading over to Jake’s Comic Shop and you’re not leaving until you have employment. You feel slightly positive about this, well not really, but you do at least feel like you’ve accomplished something this dark day.
With that out of the way, you allow yourself to go back to being depressed over today’s unfortunate event until you set your alarm for tomorrow (Which you never usually do) and eventually fall asleep.