Patrizia – The Tipping Point

“After crying and demanding I hold her, she strips naked and tries to rape me.”

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A few years ago I was on a rebound and I found a girl who liked me.

Patrizia.

We had been dating for almost three months. She was hot, but she had issues. Four times she had blacked out while drinking and become a total bitch. She was also on antidepressants which she was bad at taking, she wasn’t super affectionate when sober, and she was too reliant on her parents. Oh, and she may have occasionally puked up her dinner.

This is the story of her 5th blackout. I had already told her if it happened again, we were done, but this one took the cake. It was restaurant week so we went to dinner at a nice Asian restaurant. It was normal for me to spend way too much money on Patrizia, but that was another issue. We have a decent dinner and a few drinks. We decide to meet my friends at a bar that’s close. Her friend has a birthday party the next afternoon at a bar where there is a drinking contest, so we decide to take the night easy.

At the bar where my friends are there’s a special on a 10% beer. The first thing Patrizia does is order one. I remind her that we have a long day tomorrow and that it’s strong. Fifteen minutes later she orders another. At this point I’m 25% breaking up with her.

She’s clearly getting drunk. My friends mention the bar where they are spending the night and she already wants to go. So much for an easy night. Another beer for her. I’m getting perturbed, and after telling her to slow down, I go outside to cool off. It’s about 20 degrees. My friends can tell I’m getting angry.

Patrizia orders another beer. She’s wasted. My friends decide to help me out and decide they are going to the other bar and we should head home. She demands going with them, she stands up, and falls down. I help her with her coat as they leave.

While waiting for a cab outside I tell her that if we don’t go home, we’re done.  She says she doesn’t care.

We get in our cab. I tell the driver her address. She screams that she wants to go to the bar and the driver listens to her. At this point I am at 55% breaking up with her.

When we arrive at the bar she stumbles across the street. I motion to the bouncers to not let her in. She also almost falls down while walking. For the first fifteen minutes I try with the bouncers to tell her to go home. Eventually I just go to the smoking area and talk to random people. I try to call her brother to get him to talk sense into her but he doesn’t answer.

Now 45 minutes into this and still outside and after multiple attempts by her to run past the bouncers they literally pick her up and throw her in a cab. I get in, and tell him her address. Now you may ask why I’ve not left yet. Well, if she got in somehow, it was my friends issue to deal with her and I didn’t want that to happen. Also I was worried for her safety. At this point I am 80% breaking up with her.

About a mile and a half down the road she starts screaming that she wants to go back to the bar. I try to calm her down but the driver won’t deal with it, and we get kicked out. She proceeds to walk in the freezing weather the mile and a half back to the bar. She almost gets hit by a few cars along the way.

When we get to the bar the bouncers are pissed. I ask if they’re calling the cops, to which they shake their heads yes. I ask for 5 minutes and call her mother at 1am. Her mother answers and I explain, she was not shocked which was odd, then her mother talks to her and she listens. We get in a taxi and head to her place. I am 90% breaking up with her.

On the taxi ride back she gets pissed I called her mother. At this point its worth mentioning I was in a brace due to surgery on my arm. She leans over and starts punching me in the face, a total of 6 times. I’m shocked, but finally throw her into the other side of the taxi. She stops. I am 100% breaking up with her. I tell her that we are over for good and there’s no coming back. She cries for the next 10 minutes to get to her house.

The taxi driver says he’ll wait for me, I grab her keys and after 5 minutes (stupid lock was hard) I get her front door open. I push her in and throw her keys at her and walk away. The whole time she’s talking about having sex with me. The driver has a good talk with me on the way home.

When I get home, I unfriend her and all her friends on Facebook. I turn off my phone, and go to bed. She calls me the next morning (after I woke up and turned my phone on) like nothing happened wanting to go to the birthday party. I remind her we’re over. She cries, not remembering as usual. She asks if we can at least break up while she’s sober and I say we can talk in a week.

One day before we are supposed to meet she had plans with friends for happy hour. She calls me after asking if we could meet that day instead. When she shows up at my house she’s drunk, I can smell the booze. After crying and demanding I hold her, she strips naked and tries to rape me. She was small, it wasn’t happening, but if she was a guy, she would be in jail. The worst part is I never really said my piece. I never went off and yelled at her. This would bother me until I finally had a random hookup months later. I never got over her, no matter how horrible she was because I didn’t get closure myself.

Sometimes life sucks but it does get better. I have found that writing about all of these experiences brings understanding, resolution and closure for me.

 

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