So, as we enter into 2008, he and I still aren't communicating, no matter how many times I call or how may text messages I send...no answer and no response. I tried asking him what was wrong and why we weren't speaking...he avoided me. So, I basically said, "to hell with it" and started to move on. Then he and I had a big argument and I told him that I needed sometime, well I didn't talk to him for about a week, and finally I told him that something had to be done differently for it to work between us, and he agreed and we were going to try to get back on track, but I was still mad at him.
Then... here comes the engagement on Feb. 13, 2008. Didn't see that coming did you? Neither did I. We had literally just gotten back together. It was the worst proposal I've ever heard of (but that's another blog). I never said yes. I just took the ring and we went from there. Bad choice. I never felt like I was engaged.
So, fast forward to March 2008, we're fixing up an ole place that my parents own to try to live with one another. So, we move in there somewhere around April, and things were going smooth for a little while and we were hoping to get to move into another place that my parents owned as soon as the tenants moved... However, when the light bill came and I asked for him to help pay it. He didn't. When we needed groceries or supplies and I asked him to help buy them... He didn't. The place we wanted to move into we'd have to pay rent because it is still mortgaged, and I became uneasy about the prospect of him not footing his half of the bill there. Then, in late April, I had to attend training out of town and it is a custom for all the girls to hit a local homemade pizza place/sports bar on the next-to-last day of training... I told him that I was going and that I was not going to drink because I was driving a department vehicle. I was going for pizza, pool, and friendly conversation, then I was coming home. He called me around 8pm, cussed me, screamed at me, and was totally irate that I was at this place. He screamed at me that I was engaged, I had not asked him to come with me, I was down there with a bunch of men (there were 3 guys in the whole place, and about 50 women), I was this and that and I need to leave and come home. I was furious, but told the girls that I'd see them in the morning and I went home. We didn't talk for 3 days following that incident.
So, we're into May 2008 and the tenants moved out of the other place, and we began making necessary repairs and moving in. There were no bills in May 2008 except for the light bill from the old place. We officially moved in the first week in June. I bought majority of the paint, supplies, household items, groceries and I paid the rent and light bill in June. He didn't give me a dime.