March 27th 2020
The past few weeks have been almost perfect.
I only wish Craig wasn’t under so much stress at work.
He’s told me that they’ve been getting on him for trying to do things a better way and won’t listen to him when he tries to make improvements.
So it makes sense that he’s been a little more short-tempered lately.
I’ve had long days at work, too, so I can relate.
I’ve told him I’m a good listener if he ever wants to talk about it, but he insists that he would never want to burden me with his problems.
A few days ago, however, I saw a side of him I hadn’t seen before.
The couch I had ordered for my living room had finally come in.
Originally, I had planned to have the store deliver it and put it together, but since Craig has an old truck, he offered to pick it up and do the work for me so I could save money. Only, it wasn’t as simple as that.
I’ve never seen someone lose their temper as quickly as he did when the couch didn’t just slide through the door without resistance.
I tried to help him the best I could from inside the house by pulling it, but with little direction from him, I wasn’t sure what else he wanted me to do.
When we couldn’t get it through the door the way he wanted, he came around the back door to see what I had been doing wrong.
Craig tried pulling it with all his weight as leverage, and it still wouldn’t budge.
That’s when he started kicking and punching the half of the couch that was stuck in the door.
I’ve never seen someone attack a piece of furniture so violently before.
Riley had been resting in the kitchen, but when he heard the disturbance and came out to look, he must have thought Craig was angry at me and tried to bite him.
I was able to grab his collar even though I was shocked.
Riley didn’t like Craig, but I never thought he would charge at him the way he did.
Craig wouldn’t stop yelling at the couch while I tried to put Riley in the office, about how it was a fucking stupid piece of shit not worth my money.
When I came back out to try and help, he snapped at me, telling me it was my fault the couch got stuck in the first place because I didn’t know how to measure furniture before buying it.
Normally, I have no issue standing up for myself, but his accusation shocked me, and I immediately started to cry.
He had such a blank look on his face when he left, admitting he couldn’t get the couch in.
I had to go to my neighbor for help so I would be able to shut my door. Mr. Parson thankfully didn’t ask what had happened, though the pity on his face was evident since my tears hadn’t dried when I went to him.
Later that night, Craig called to apologize.
He hadn’t told me yet that his aunt had passed away that morning, and he wasn’t taking it very well.
We talked for a few hours, but not before I had to promise him that when he was at my house, Riley would have to be put up in his crate due to his fear of large dogs.
I agreed only because we don’t spend much time at my place, and after seeing how Riley went after him, it would break me if he ever bit someone.