My last birthday was sort of - not very good. (Warning. This story involves financial issues, cheating, threesome-ish, gun violence and police brutality.) My boyfriend and I were in a long distance relationship due to his one year study abroad plus 3 months of summer teaching job he got in the same university. I am not one to mope over relationship pain so I didn't really mind him being away. What was more important was the financial situation me and my mom were in. (Mom and dad are separated. I have a comically deadbeat father, who reminds me of Frank Gallagher from Shameless.) We don't own a house and our income was so tight we could barely afford living decently. (By the way in my book living decently is being able to afford gummy bears.) We were living with mom's father but he is one hell of an asshole. A week before my birthday, like an early birthday present from the universe, he got into a fight so big with us that we had to move out immediately. We could only find a, well... not pleasant apartment in such short notice, but hey, at least my boyfriend was going to be back in a week, and that would totally redeem my birthday.
In the meantime, I thought I could distract myself with games when I wasn't working cause that summer was so boring. All my friends were on vacation and they were constantly sharing pictures of their amazing holidays. (Another gift from the universe) Anyway, of course my computer broke... A part of me blamed the guys who helped us move but I didn't want to act on suspicion since it was a pretty old computer. Basically, I was doomed to be penniless, gameless and funless until my boyfriend came back.
At this point I want to go back just a tiny bit: In April, I told my boyfriend we weren't happy and maybe we should hang out with other people. Not sleep together, but, like, make out and cuddle to not feel so lonely. He didn't want to, but eventually agreed. And in a month his best friend became MY best friend. And just like that, he was the only person I wanted to hang out with. I mean, he was not my boyfriend, but he was still so damn cute and fun. As you can guess, in a short time that led to me falling for him, then us making out. That is still the WORST THING I've ever done in my life to this day.
Immediately after we made out, I called my boyfriend and fessed up. He took it pretty well considering I was the biggest douchebag on the surface of the Earth. I told him it was pretty stupid of me to ask for an open relationship and that I wanted to go exclusive again, but I wasn't a monster: first, I wanted him to make out with anyone he wanted.
I promised myself I would stop seeing his best friend. But before I could act on it, his best friend's school program got cancelled and he had to be deported back to the States and go to a school where he would be practically neighbors with my boyfriend. Awesome!
In the meantime my boyfriend found a cuddle/make out mate, which hurt a little but deep down I knew I deserved it and I should be punished. However, the thing is, even though my make out session lasted only an hour, my boyfriend and his new buddy seemed to, uh, not last. They seemed to be doing everything together and after going a little stalker-y I found that they had "Whipped Cream Nights"? - at that point I wanted to text my boyfriend "WHAT THE F***?!" but I'd promised myself I wouldn't be the jealous type, so I just kept being cool.
Let's come back to a week before my boyfriend's arrival!!!!!!
The unending make out session was still on. I was still broke and lonely because I missed both my boyfriend and my best friend. And the universe gave me another early present. My country got screwed up big time. The oppressing conservative fascist regime of Prime Minister Erdogan became untolerable and half of the country rioted against the government. I went to the protests with the purpose of filming everything, but my heart was with the protesters. You have no idea how awful we have it. When they wanted to destroy the last "green" area we had left and build the 3781273821st mall in the city, we had to act up. (You have to understand that there is more to the story like their not thinking highly of women, their strict religious bullcrap rules and all kinds of corruption.) Thousands of people were on the streets holding up banners and shouting "Leave Gezi Park alone!" - to which the police responded with gas canisters, rubber bullets and physical violence. Even though it makes me feel awful, I have to admit it was better than staying home doing nothing. I was actually doing something, fighting for my rights.
A lot of people got hurt, but I was lucky to dodge canisters and film everything. My boyfriend, however, was super worried about me. He called me crying and begging me to stop going. But it was beyond my choice. That was our only choice to act up. So I went there again the next day. And a lot happened...
First, it was not as loud and violent as it was the day before. We took pictures, sang songs about peace and human rights and it was even fun, kinda. But then the police came. As if we attacked them with weapons, they started showering us with teargas and some bigass truck which sprayed a yellow liquid on us that made many people throw up and faint, but it didn't affect me that much (Should I thank my father's alcoholic genes?). The police was arresting/beating up the protesters who fainted, and the group who managed to stay awake including yours truly, started running for their lives. Eventually I got separated from the group and hid into an apartment complex. I held my breath and listened to the screams of the people who were just a little slower than me. It was frightening. And many civilian government-supporters had seen me enter into that building. Which meant the police were on their way to get me. I quickly got my phone out and texted my boyfriend. "Please stay calm. But I think I am about to get arrested. They'll probably take my phone. I am sorry, and please please do not panic." - Of course he panicked. He posted my location on Facebook, telling all of his friends to come get me ASAP! And just once in this story I got actually lucky. No one reported me and the police was gone. I went home immediately!
The real shocker came when I was home. I had just taken a long shower and grabbed a cup of tea to calm my nerves when my boyfriend, after expressing how happy he is that I am safe, did something weird. He, for some stupid stupid reason, told me that his new mistress was unhappy that I stole all of his attention today, and that I RUINED THEIR NACHO DATE.
My reaction: *LOUD THUNDER SOUND.MP3*
I think it's best I skipped this part. That unleashed the monster within me and I did a lot of swearing & and promising I would never initiate a conversation with him again. I ended the chat wishing better nacho dates for them. I am not angry right now and I still cannot believe this happened.
Our relationship got as worse as one could get. I didn't want to speak to him. He was constantly apologizing but our fights brought up resentments he had hidden away, about my making out with his best friend. And I resented him because he wouldn't stop vacuuming the tonsils of this new guy. We were in a pretty bad shape.
Next day! A day before he returns!!!!
My boyfriend reunites with his/my best friend. The friend is helping my boyfriend pack his things & clean up the old house. They send me funny pictures. Everything is nice. Than the mistress comes along. With drinks. To celebrate. If someone bothered to read something this long, I should tell you that the mistress hated me. Very badly. Which is kind of weird because I was nothing but respectful to their - rela, umm, ship. I mean I could've sunk it anytime I wanted. But I didn't. I just wanted everyone to be happy. Everyone but me, I guess.
The purpose of the drinks was, of course, getting my boyfriend drunk enough so that he would sleep with him and that would end our relationship for sure. After numerous attempts of begging my boyfriend to stay (I learned these recently) he just decided he would settle for hurting me. So his new plan was to just attack. Attack in any way he could. That night, he gets my boyfriend and my best friend drunk, and three of them start fooling around. Yes, three of them. My boyfriend comes into his senses before something serious happens, curses them and leaves the room all confused. And my best friend has sex with my nemesis.
Due to our strict no lying policy, my boyfriend called me and told me about this immediately. Then a sorry best friend confirmed the story. I am not going to write about my reaction because there is a lot to react to. There is my boyfriend & my nemesis, there is my best friend & my nemesis and also there is my boyfriend & my best friend. It's just... hard to deal with. A lot harder than the gas canisters.
Oh, did I mention, due to the timezone difference, ALL the hardcore police stuff and the threesome cheating could fit into my BIRTHDAY! Yay.
