Weird Memories

Did I forget or did I bury it or a combo of both?

A while back, maybe January or early February when Scott was here and we often went out to eat, he began complaining no matter where we went to eat. I forgot about it until just now. I don’t know what triggered this memory, except he is mostly on a loop on and off all day, so I guess the rando memories are going to come up.

We were at different restaurants and nothing was good enough. I wouldn’t say I disagreed, one place his steak wasn’t cooked well (twice), another place the service was slow and just not great, another place the food was mediocre.

At the place where the service was poor, at the end of the service, the manager came over to check on us as he had complained. Halfway through the time we were there, the server changed and the second server was amazing and we made a note of it (to the second server). So we assume she told her manager and he came over to check on us. While we were standing, whatever the manager said to Scott set him off, and Scott got angry. I was embarrassed enough to walk away. Scott complained that the manager was a bit trite and perhaps should have offered a free drink or something and not asked “how was your service” when he knew service sucked. I didn’t feel that way in the moment, maybe the manager didn’t speak to the server, maybe he was just making his rounds and asking perfunctory questions and Scott jumped down his throat.

I just recall being so uncomfortable by the confrontation I had to walk away and outside the restaurant as I couldn’t’ be a part of whatever was happening between Scott and the manager.

Another time (the 2nd time he left me at a hotel) we were at a historic inn and the server delivered him warm beer and didn’t move the plates out of the way when we were not eating. He was angry with me that day. So angry that he complained the entire time about his beer and then did not leave her a tip on our drinks.

These were not the only times Scott jumped at a server or hostess for not getting the type of service he wanted when he wanted. I always tend to go the polite route, particularly in covid times when everyone is under undue pressure.

I know there is always that saying that you should look at how people treat service people because it will show you what type of person they are. Until this very moment, I don’t think I realized what a piece of crap he could be because he was so exceptionally good to “his” bartenders at “his” places that I think I overlooked these bad behaviors. Again, something that didn’t really show itself until this year when his personality began to change.

I still don’t feel great, but I do feel a bit less weepy. I still feel pretty emotional and sort of sick so I don’t know if it the hormones, the breakup or the vaccine at this point. I did finally get outside for a walk after almost 2 weeks of pure inactivity.

Author: Madeline Harper

My journey through divorce and an emotional and sexual reawakening. Love, laughter, friendships, family and heartbreak included. And there is sex, lots of it, so close your eyes and turn the page if that's not for you! While I started this blog as an endeavor to journal my thoughts and feelings in an attempt to better understand myself, it has become an amazing platform from which I have met some of the most interesting and wonderful people in my life. My path is often crooked, but I hope you will share in the journey with me.

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