Birthday cupcake

Birthday cupcake

It was around the same time as the finance debacle, but Vendetta and I got ready to go to her birthday downtown. A lot of people were supposed to meet up and have fun. On the way to the party, Vendetta got in one of her moods and started a conversation about our relationship. I really don’t remember the details about it, because the matter seemed trivial, but she continued on the conversation up to the point that she got sick and threw-up outside the car. She asked me to not go to her birthday party, so I dropped her off and left. I got a call five minutes later from one of my friends, so I turned around to go to the party and saw that Vendetta was crying in the bathroom. She was mad at me before she left my car. Then she was in the bathroom crying. After I arrived, she came back to the party mad at me… giving me the evil eye and not being friendly 1.

My friends said that all pregnant women are crazy. I responded that I think this one is an especially strange case. The party ended and Vendetta and I drove home. She told me that I ruined her birthday. I was just following instructions; it’s a good thing I did. If I had done something, sure, I would have tried to make the situation better, but I didn’t do anything. It was as if the whole thing was a setup to make herself look like a victim. If I had been the despicable husband that left her party, then she could let a whole host of close friends that I was that mean. By coming back, I ruined her plans.

This is the event where Margarete and Rasputin (Vendetta’s close friends) started taking over and being Vendetta’s #1 protectors. I also believe this was the turning point at which Vendetta started planning the end of our marriage by making it look like I was making Vendetta cry.