Lost memory that came to me today....
When I was freshly engaged, the ex and I went to an Engaged Encounter weekend, which is something the Catholic Church makes you do as a team building and future planning thing. It's a good thing.
Well, I had packed us to go because the ex procrastinated till I ended up doing it for both of us, after I'd driven down to Denver from Greeley, picked him up, and drove to CoSprings by 5pm. Turns out I'd only brought one comforter for sleeping, and a sheet that was pretty thin. The ex told me that, because I'd not packed another blanket, that he got the comforter and I had to deal with the sheet. In November. In a drafty Catholic school room. For two nights in a row. I froze my ass off, got no sleep, and was miserable the entire weekend. And that's when I should have known that he was an asshole.
But no, I blamed myself for it. Despite him not packing anything or even caring about the weekend. He bitched the whole time. And I'm the one that had to freeze.
Funny thing, the classroom that the women slept in was on the third floor and full of drafty windows. The room the men slept in was an internal room with two small windows that was not remotely drafty. So he could have dealt with the sheet just fine....but to prove a point, he didn't.
I was so blind. Whether by choice or not.
