As I said last blog, and then there was Janice!
Janice was a big mistake and I will admit that up front. I guess I got pulled into the Janice world because I was caught up in my so called lesbian life and I just did not want to loose my new found world.
I met Janice through a friend of a friend of a friend. Let me tell you, never date anyone you meet from a friend of a friend of a friend! If a friend introduces you then that is probably ok. If a person has to be introduced through a friend three or more times removed, there is something wrong with the person!
When I first met Janice, she presented herself as this extremely fit, caring and friendly person. She had accomplished what seemed like everything possible in life. Whether it was being the best musician in the world with record labels, having three different university degrees, a cop at the youngest age possible, or a champion at every sport, Janice had apparently done it all! I was impressed when I met her. I was amazed that someone could accomplish so much. I thought that I was an accomplished woman, but Janice blew me out of the water!
The truth about Janice though was that she was a Diesel Dyke, Gold Star Lesbian and a Pillow Princess all rolled up into one! The horrible thing is that Janice was also mentally ill and I did not realize it. I thought she was quirky and unique, but I did not realize she was mentally ill until quite some time into our relationship.....much, much, much later....
In the beginning everything seemed perfect with Janice. She seemed almost saintly! We did everything together, went everywhere together, she offered to help everyone and anyone with whatever problems they had and she never seemed drained or tired. She loved kids and kids seemed to just go crazy over her. It was as if when Janice walked into a room full of kids that a clown had walked in! Well, a clown did walk in, just not the type that is all dressed up! Janice was a clown of a different type.
I really do not have much of anything good to say about Janice! As we talk about my life with Janice you will see why. I am sure that you all will want to hunt Janice down when you know the life I endured with her. But I am getting way ahead of myself right now.
When I first met Janice life really did seem good. I noticed a few flaws in her, but I was so caught up in the whirlwind of the romance that I just did not pay attention to the red flags that were hitting me in the face. The bursts of anger because she was lost, late or her favourite jeans did not fit were big red flags. I just laughed the behaviour away because it was just so ridiculous!
Before you knew it, Janice and I had been dating for a month. She asked me to move in with her into the house she was renting. I said sure! I was hardly staying at my friend Lisa’s house anyway. So I was uhauling it! I was moving in with my lesbian lover after only a month of dating.
Life was grand. I had a lover that everyone in the world seemed to love. Janice presented herself as this personable, funny, loving, caring and selfless person to everyone around. People loved Janice. Janice was like Norm on Cheers. Janice walked into a room and people paid attention. She had people begging to be her friend and even more wanting to be her lover. I apparently had The Catch!
Janice’s lease was ending and for some reason she had to move for the end of the lease. I never could get the reason why she had to move out of her place. Once she said that she had to move because the landlord was renovating the house. Another time it was because the landlord was selling the house. Then another time it was because the landlord needed it for his mother to move into. It was a different excuse each time I asked her. I thought it was weird that Janice had a different excuse each time we talked about why she was moving, but I never thought twice about it. In the beginning, I was too busy enjoying my lesbian life. Janice was interested in sex (and not yet a pillow queen) and I was just enjoying the ride.
Anyway, the lease was ending so we were out to look for a place. We ended up finding this amazing house and it was a great price. So three months after Janice and I met and started dating, we bought and moved into our house together. We were uhauling it in the true meaning of the word. We jumped in full steam ahead, living together, locked into a house together and after only three months of dating.
My life was great....or so I thought! Soon I would find myself sitting in the living room late at night, crying at my life.