I have been broken up with by a lot of people since I've been in the world of dating, but this break up takes the cake. To give you a little background:
I met this person (granted, I severely dislike this person currently, but still I think out of grace, I will protect his anonymity) five months ago on Match.com. In those five months we shared everything, what we wanted out of life, met each others parents, saw movies, walked around Chicago hand in hand. Things were going really well. Until the early morning hours of Sunday, May 24th, 2009. This is the day he became flipped a switch and became a misanthrope who hated me most of all.
The weekend began with a four hour drive from Chicago to Carlinville, IL (near St. Louis, MO). The drive down was uneventful yet full of conversation of random things like what was on the radio and the scenery. We got to the hotel, checked in, went to sleep. Woke up Saturday for a day of helping set up the reception and flower arranging. He helped right along with that and he was happy, joking around and being jovial. We went to the wedding ceremony, introduced him to my friends, ate dinner and everything was fine. We danced and drank at the reception.
We made it back to the hotel after the reception. He drove my car back and asked where he should park it, I said "Just park it where we have been. Near the door close to our room." He then proceeds to park the car in a handicap space. I look at him and say, "But we can't park it here. It's a handicap space." To which he replies (with the coldest look I've ever seen on a human), "You park the car then." I'm baffled by this turn of events because just 5 minutes before we were singing along to the radio and having a good time. After the shock wore off, I took the keys and parked the car three spaces down (would that have been so hard?! Apparently it was.) We walk in to the hotel, silent. I get changed out of my dress, and he proceeds to take a seat in a chair in the room (still with the cold look on his face) and stare at me, while drinking a beer. I ask him if he'd like to talk about what just happened, to which he replied, "Nothing is ever good enough for you. I wanted to wait to have this conversation back in Chicago, but..." Then proceeds to basically spew everything he hates about me and my friends and all we do is complain and never take action. I'm dumbfounded, sitting in shock on the bed. More conversation happens about how he hates me and cannot stand me and how "he's been putting up with me for five months." (DIRECT WORDS.) I leave the room to get out of the situation, in that time he's packed up his stuff and chained the door so I cannot get back in. I knock, he opens the door and I ask him to let me in, to which he replies, "NO. I don't trust you." I told him that he had to leave. The then asked me for my keys to get his sunglasses out of my car. That had "Bad Idea" written ALL over it so I said that I'd walk him out after telling him that I'd drive him back to Carlinville so he could get on the Amtrak to take him home. He then swore at me and ask what he'd do in Carlinville. I dropped that conversation faster than a dead rodent. I walked him out, gave him his sunglasses and that was it. He took his rolling suitcase and that was the last I've seen or heard of him.
There are a couple of possibilities as to what happened next. The hotel to Carlinville is about 12 miles down a two lane road with a speed limit of 55. He probably took off down that road toward town to either catch a train or a bus that would take him back to Chicago. Or, he took off down Interstate 55 with a speed limit of 65, and walked back to Chicago. Or, he hitched a ride with a trucker or he just decided to settle in Carlinville.
I am currently still reeling from the events. I went from being loved to being hated in a span of four hours.
It's just another travail of being single. But really, have you ever heard of such a strange break up?
