Boat Ride from Hell

Okay, I know what you guys are thinking.

Back to the Formula One racer, turned incredible Hulk.

After feeling, making me feel like shit during all the weeks of quarantine, you would have thought I just tossed him out.

But

he went back to Orlando, went back to work, and a couple of weeks later, this is mid-May, I decided to invite him again.

And he had told me that he he had never ever been on a nice boat in his life, like a yacht.

So I thought, well, planning a day out boating around Miami would be great and make him super happy.

I know you guys are thinking, what the hell is wrong with this girl?

Fact is, despite how horrible he treated me every day, I just try to be nicer and think of more and more things that would make him happy.

I know I need to have my head examined.

Now looking back, I keep thinking like what the hell was I thinking?

But anyways, I found a boat of a friend of mine.

He loved the idea, so he was like, okay, I'll go back to Miami for that.

He asked me to invite a group of friends to go on the boat.

He told me he did not want to go on the boat alone with me.

So of course I invited a group of friends to meet him.

But the day of the boat ride, for whatever reason, my friends canceled.

One couldn't do it.

Another one was working.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

It was 9 a.m.

He had arrived the night before, super sweet, loving.

I cooked dinner.

We had nice sex, the same usual.

So it's 9 o'clock in the morning, and I'm finding out that all these friends are canceling on us.

I'm cooking him a super nice breakfast at my place.

And once he finds out my friends are canceling, he went completely ballistic on

me.

He was walking around, clenching his fists, screaming off the top of his lungs, I'm not going on a fucking boat with you alone.

If you think I give a fuck about the boat to go with you alone, you're crazy.

And I was like, my super usual calm way, which now I think is kind of like stupid.

I was just super calm telling him, but Miami is so beautiful on a boat.

You're going to love it.

We're going to have a great time.

We're going to enjoy each other.

We're going to enjoy the day.

Guys, seriously, you would have thought someone was trying to murder him.

The way he was yelling and roaring off the top of his lungs.

He was not going to spend the day with me on a boat.

Any normal person, seriously, would have said, okay, just leave, get the fuck out,

cancel the boat and moved on.

Instead,

I decided I needed to find replacement friends to go with us to make him happy.

So I ended up finding another couple of friends and one of my girlfriends who is this super nice, beautiful, bisexual chef.

So we go to the boat and of course he behaved like a rude, nasty maniac towards me the whole day.

First and honestly, not even to my shock at that point, he started hitting openly on my girlfriend.

Yeah, I had told him she's bisexual.

Yeah, I had told him because he was always hinting he wanted to do a threesome.

And I had told him, well, if one day

it happens, I might be open to it.

If I like the person I'm with, I might consider it.

I can pick the girl and I can make up my mind.

But with this girlfriend, I never told him it was going to happen for sure.

He never asked me.

But, anyways, the minute we get on the boat in front of my other friends, he starts hitting on her openly in front of everyone.

And when I say hitting on her, I mean going at it really, really hard.

Like,

you're such a beautiful brunette.

Are you so hot?

I want to F a

I don't know if I can say that word, someone with tattoos.

And she wasn't interested.

She told him several times, Where's Catherine?

Just go be with her.

Fuck off.

But he kept being around her.

I was humiliated, of course.

Being with this guy for all these weeks, organizing this super special day for him that was supposed to be fun for us, and seeing him treating me like that in front of my friends.

He would not even look at at my face.

He wouldn't come anywhere near me.

He was pretty much ignoring me.

Obviously, I decided to put on a fun face for the rest of the day.

I mean, we're on a boat

in the middle of the ocean.

My other friends were there, but I really felt awful.

And the entire afternoon, I was thinking, well, at some point, he's going to have a few drinks and relax and come near me.

No, the entire, entire day, he didn't say one word to me.

It was like I wasn't even there.

He tried a gazillion times to hit on my girlfriend, but she was actually interested in my friend, the owner of the boat, and they ended up hooking up.

And I think that actually pissed him off more that she wasn't with him and she was with my other friend.

But anyways,

towards the end of the day, I really just wanted to go home.

politely tell him that thanks, this was supposed to be fun.

Goodbye.

I didn't think it was nice to

treat me like this in front of my friends and leave.

But he wasn't done.

It was going to get much, much, much worse.

So we get back from the boat and

we were supposed to go back to my place, me, him, and my girlfriend, because she had left her bicycle at my place.

So he's driving like an absolute maniac.

And my friend, very, very politely asks him if he could slow down.

He went ballistic on her again.

Don't tell me how to fucking drive.

Do you think you're a man?

Do you think you're going to tell me how to fucking drive?

I just looked at her on the back seat and I was like, oh my God,

this is so embarrassing.

And this is so scary.

And I was just in total silence.

I didn't say anything because I was scared whatever I would say would make him get even worse.

And he was like, you don't like the way I drive, get in a fucking Uber.

We were mortified by his behavior.

Luckily, the drive to my place was short.

And of course, my girlfriend jumped out of the car super fast and started to walk away.

To our shock,

he walked out of the car screaming off the top of his lungs, if you're a man, I would kick your ass.

You effing lesbian piece of shit.

Totally offending her in the middle of the street.

This was like 8:30 at night.

And he was screaming so loud, so loud.

All of my neighbors came outside to hear it.

All of my neighbors to see what the hell was going on.

The scene was total chaos.

My friend walking away.

This guy completely unhinged.

The neighbors try to call him down.

I just ran inside my apartment to go see my dog.

I was really crying.

I was shaking.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

It seemed so surreal how this dude would just turn into a monster.

So I go outside with my dog, and he's still going on, screaming and screaming at everyone, including my neighbors.

So I get in front of him and very, very calmly, I just said, please just calm down.

And he screamed so loud at me, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.

You're too fucking nice.

Shut the fuck up.

Pushed me away and left.

At first, guys, I thought, well, he went somewhere to cool his heels.

Of course, he's going to come back and apologize to me, say something to me for his appalling behavior.

He's not going to leave for good like that.

He's not going to do that to me.

After the day I planned, after everything.

But you know what?

Yeah, he left.

He just left.

He never sent me a message.

Thank you for everything.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I shouldn't have gotten so crazy.

No, he just left.

I waited a couple of weeks, two, three weeks, and I never heard from him.

So finally I sent him a message and he texted me back.

saying that, yeah, I was right, that he didn't want to burn bridges, that I was a nice person.

He would come to Miami to see me.

after

everything that happened.

You guys would think that I wouldn't even bother talking to him ever again.

But stupid idiot here

just said, Yes, okay, come see me, let's talk.

And he sent me the sweetest video telling me he missed me and he missed my dog, Phoenix.

And I was thinking, well, I'm glad he's coming because I want to make things right with this guy.

I want to make things fine again.

I honestly don't know what I was thinking.

Five days later, from the day he sent me this nice little video saying, yeah, I'm going to come.

I'm going to see you.

I'm going to see Phoenix.

Five days later, this was a Sunday, on a Friday,

he did come to Miami.

He never let me know.

He never sent me a message.

He never sent me a text, nothing.

I found out in his stories that he was here in Miami.

I was completely shocked that he didn't bother writing me like a 10-second message.

Hi, I decided to go to Miami.

I don't want to see you.

Two weeks later, my neighbor tells me that he was in Miami and he was with someone else.

And he came down here where we live to visit my neighbor with someone else.

So he never said hi.

He never called.

He never bothered writing me a message.

Look, Catherine, I know we we talked.

I know I sent you a little video saying I was going to see you, but I'm actually going to Miami with somebody else just in case you see us.

He didn't give me the consideration of a message after everything we lived, after everything I've done for him, after the way I treated him.

And to this day, I really don't understand why

he did all of these things to me.

I felt so disappointed and

so humiliated, really,

the way that he treated me with such disrespect.

And that's the end of the Formula One driver story, unfortunately.

I think in the beginning he was definitely Formula One, and I have so many wonderful memories of it.

I actually got a tattoo saying F1 on my leg.

I took him to get a tattoo with me because I said, this is such a special thing that happened in my life in this craziness, this quarantine, this COVID.

The world stopped, and we lived these insanely good weeks in my apartment.

I got a tattoo, and I owe it, own it.

I own everything I do.

But to this day, I am completely shocked that he didn't have the consideration, the friendship, nothing, nothing, nothing at all towards me to even send me a message and tell me, you know, I met somebody else, I changed my mind, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.

So it's hard, you know, to think that I treated him so well and I cared about him, and I was treated with such disregard

by him.

It really, really makes no sense to me sometimes the way people act and how they take for granted someone and how they have no respect and consideration.

But that's the end.

The story ends.

I haven't seen him or spoken to him again.

And this was,

I think, sometime in June, end of June.

June, and now we are in mid-August.

But whatever, you know, like they say in Hollywood, the show must go on.

On to hopefully somebody who's going to appreciate it.