The first Spider-Man movie came out 5 years ago today. I remember it well because it was one of the first dates I had with The Skank.
It was his birthday and we went to see our first movie. As is usually the case with me, I wasn't carrying much cash because I assumed everything could be purchased with my debit card, and when the concession area only accepted cash, I couldn't afford to buy more than one small drink and one small popcorn.
And of course, The Skank didn't offer to help pay at all. In fact, he was really pissed that I couldn't offer him more than the small drink and small popcorn.
I felt bad. He felt superior. The entire basis of our relationship was born.
He always acted so "above it all." Still does. Even though he was born in a small town, just like me and has parents who at their core are simple folk, just like mine.
But where I embrace my family and my roots, The Skank deflects it. As my mother said within minutes of meeting him...
"Well, he thinks he's somethin' he ain't, doesn't he?"
Leave it to my mother to take a complex relationship that nearly destroyed me emotionally, physically, spiritually and socially and boil it down to one simple sentence. A sentence that should have served as a gigantic warning sign screaming at me to get the Hell away from him.
Tonight, I'm sure he's celebrating his birthday by getting too drunk and thus allowing himself to be overly cruel to anyone and everyone in his path.
And tonight, I get to watch SPIDER-MAN 3 with Ted and Star - - two incredible friends who treat me with more love, care and respect than my former boyfriend ever did.
So, The Skank and I will both be doing something we love tonight. But unlike 5 years ago, we won't be destroying each other in the process.
Thank God for therapy.