Okay. The neighbor left after about an hour and a half, during most of which my partner was telling him to leave. Not a smart one. I was still mad, but trying not to give off that vibe. I don't think I was entirely successful.
So...about ten minutes later, partner informs me that after going to my grandmother's for a larger-than-average Thanksgiving, we will be driving up to Cobb County to see his brother, nephew, and friends for a couple hours.
Here's the thing with that. The last time he visited these friends they revved him up with ring-wing politics and evangelical christianity and sent him back to me in such a way as to inspire this post. At least, I think that was the one. I may have not posted the one I wrote first off because it was too personal. He came back angry. He came back with me scoped in as the appropriate target. Now, I am butt-fuck terrified that he's taking me there for a verbal-emotional gang-bang.
I do not want.
But he's going to my family Thanksgiving, so not only can I not refuse to go, I can't even have the conversation.
Hey, are you going to turn me over to your friends to learn how to be a subservient christian woman who'll never challenge your sacred manhood again with her highfalutin notions of honor, courage, and integrity?
That wouldn't go over so well.
The fact that he sprang this on me last-minute is actually a sort of blessing. I could not have functioned at work with this hanging over my head.
Let's all sing Sword of Damocles from Rocky Horror now. I'll be Rocky.
I wish I knew how this will turn out. I don't often wish for the gift of foresight. I wish I had a scosche right now.
Prediction: this will not end well.
ETA: It is after 2:15 AM and the fight just ended. I did not expect that. Tomorrow, I hope we don't go for a repeat.