Many of you are familiar with my situation w/my ex gf and have helped me by giving good unbiased advice. I was reading my old thread and I realized that the events of my recent past while entertaining, have changed me for the worse. I don’t blame anyone reading about that stuff if they think I’m a little bit over the top. The fact is, I think I partially lost my mind/blew a gasket due to all the ridiculous things I’ve been dealing with. But this weekend, something happened to me that has left everyone involved totally disturbed and without any good explanation.
I still see my ex but our relationship is purely physical, and I’m sure it’s only a temporary thing. I’ve gone out with a few other girls, but I haven’t slept w/anyone. My bro’s gf set me up w/her friend and we went to a party Fri night. We hit it off and I ended up in bed with her but there was no sex. One of the guys throwing the party was nice enough to let us crash in his bed because we both had a lot to drink. We were both naked and the door was locked. At some point in the early morning, one of the guys who lives there picked the lock and came into the room. I was awoken from a drunken stupor by the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Apparently this guy is a closet homosexual, and he thought I was too drunk to wake up, but I woke up and he had my dick in his hand. Not just touching it - he was trying to jerk me off. As soon as I woke up, he got up and ran out of the room. I was in a state of shock, but I woke up the girl and told her what happened. We woke up the other two guys who live there, and one of them told me that his pants were down when he woke up. They also told me that they suspected he was gay, and that he has done things like spying on them in the shower, walking around naked, and trying to have internet sex (whatever that means) with their friends under another screen name. At that point, I had heard enough. I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out, something I just don’t do from drinking.
The guy’s roommates were also very shaken by this, and as soon as one of them said, “let’s go beat his ass” I just lost it. Something came over me that I have never felt before. I ran up the stairs and kicked his door open with the girl and his two roommates with me. I jumped on top of him and hit him with everything I had in the back of the head about 30 times. I had to stop because my right hand was broken and throbbing and his sheets were soaked with his blood. When I turned around, I saw a look of sheer horror on the faces of everyone who witnessed it. We went downstairs and the 5 or 6 guys who were passed out said they could hear my fists hitting his head from 3 floors down. I took the girl home, got her number and some ice, and headed to the hospital - where I work and hope to impress the staff so they will give me a good recommendation. Right.
I broke 3 metacarpals in my hand right by the knuckles. The doc who treated me tried to set the bones, but after setting one I went into shock and almost passed out. I denied lidocaine injections which was a big mistake. Anyway, my hand is swollen like a softball so I have to have surgery on Tues. to realign the bones. No more baseball, working out (well, except for legs, abs, and cardio), no more writing, and I’m typing this w/my left hand.
Everyone I know except my ex is disturbed but sympathetic. She seems to think this is the funniest thing she has ever heard and keeps asking me how the “poor guy” is doing. I’m sure she wouldn’t be laughing if she knew I hooked up with a little hottie, but what a sick bitch. As far as I’m concerned, he got off easy because I broke my hand thus limiting the amount of damage I could do. My baseball team took this and ran with it, and I will never hear the end of the fag jokes. Ok, I guess it’s possible to find some humor in anything, and I took it in stride, but this has left me with a sick feeling in my gut. The girl I met probably thinks I’m a psycho, and I don’t know how I’m going to handle this. What do I tell my family or the faculty/staff at work? Am I destined to go crazy from this, and if not how do I convince my new lady friend that I don’t brutalize people on a regular basis? Should I just accept the fact that she will always remember the night we met by what happened and that this is too weird to get past? I am really at a loss here.