My birthday came and we had no money to go out. He was working part time and I did not have a job. He did not have money to buy me a gift so he decided to give me one of his rings (I thought it was really sweet of him because he had a sentimental attachment to the ring.)
The days where going by very slow, I was getting bored, I had no one to talk to and the bills kept piling up.
I asked why he had name brand clothing and shoes and he was not able to keep up with the rent. He told me that his family had money and that his parents were supporting him but stopped when they found out that he was not going to school (like he promised.)
He showed me pictures of his family, parties that they used to attend, he was in Arab attire and his family looked very distinguished.
He told me about his past, his many girlfriends and about his marriage. He married because of the pressure his family was putting him on to take over the family company. He was only married for a month.
He was giving me the impression that he was such a party animal, spoiled and very irresponsible. My head was telling me that he was no good but my body still wanted him and my heart.. was confused.
I decided to look for a job and found one at a coffee shop/restaurant. It was a fairly new business probably about a month old, the owner was a young Palestinian-Russian guy, his name was Randy, he seemed kind of a dick but I was desperate to get a job so I took it.
I was the only employee and I used to work nights it was a dreadfully hard work because I was the dishwasher, waitress, cook, cashier, cleaning crew, etc.. I was getting paid $7 dollars per hour and I had to share tips with Randy. He was such an asshole at times but I had to tolerate all this because I was an illegal in Canada and it would be very hard to find a job.
My relationship with Piercedtongue started deteriorating, I was working all day and night, he was working the grave yard shift, and we could only see each other during the weekends. I complained to Piercedtongue that I had no friends and I was lonely.
The next day he brought home a coworker named Mina and asked me to be friends with her. Mina was a loud, obnoxious, don’t know when to shut up Iraqi girl. They spoke Arabic in front of me; it used to pissed me off and would yell ENGLISH!! IN THIS HOUSE WE SPEAK ENGLISH!! (Now I understand why non Spanish speakers get mad when Hispanics speak Spanish in front of them, totally rude)
I agreed on hanging out with Mina because I did not know anyone else and I was so lonely. We had nothing in common; Mina was rowdy, vulgar, flashy and had nothing intelligent to say.
After talking to her for sometime, she asked me what were my thoughts about Piercedtongue, if I was happy and if I had plans to be with him in the future. I told her that I was happy and that we were going to get married soon. She said “If I were you I would not marry this guy, you should not take him seriously, just enjoy the sex.”(even she was smart enough to know that)
I remembered that a few days before, Piercedtongue told me that Mina was jealous of me and I should not believe anything she says because jealous Arabic women are mean and liars.
I remembered this and told Mina that we were in love and that she should mind her own business. She told me that it was my right to feel that way but she was just trying to help me.
To be continued...
