I officially accepted my job this past Tuesday, we found an apartment Wednesday, and packed everything up and drove back to the city Thursday.
Now, BB and I have done a lot of illegal things before and we've gotten into a lot of stupid situations but what happened New Years Eve is ridiculous.
We had just gotten into the city, turned into our street and had gotten literally 5 blocks away from our apartment building when we get pulled over.
This is already alarming because BB doesn't have a license and he was driving.
I originally wanted to drive though because I didn't want to risk it on NYE but because we literally had so much in our car, I had to sit in the passenger seat because I could pretzel my body, and BB can not.
So, we get pulled over, for what? For BB forgetting to close our gas cap.
Once they had pulled us over and saw how much shit was in our car and how fucking dangerous it is to drive with like no vision, questions began.
The cop asked for BB's license and we said we didn't know where it was do to all the stuff. So, the looked him up on the system.
I don't know why he gave his real name as opposed to his brothers but whatever.
They look him up, say he doesn't have his license. BB says that he JUST got his learners and that his paper was in the lost wallet.
So they come over to me and ask for my license since my purse is right beside me.
I give them the license, they look me up, and they handcuff BB. Why? BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING NO CONTACT ORDER BEING IN EFFECT.
I was so scared and I was so mad all at the same time. Scared because I didn't know what ANOTHER breach would do to his case; scared because it was night time and I don't know the city; and mad because I told BB before we went to the city that we should go tell the court that we didn't want the contact order in effect; mad because BB would've been fine if he had just closed the fucking gas cap; mad because we were only FIVE FUCKING BLOCKS AWAY; and mad because my New Years was instantly ruined.
I started crying and hyperventilating and all that good stuff when the cops told me they were taking him. I told them that the crown is allowing us to hang out with each other and that we just hadn't had the time to officially drop it because his grandma just died and this and that.
They told me that they couldn't see on the computer that anything with the order had been changed, and if it HAD been changed we would've been given a paper which we didn't have.
So yeah, they took him and I was all alone in a city I don't know, with all our belongings, on NYE.
It was sad walking into our first apartment alone. I didn't really know what to do. I just plugged my phone in and waited awhile to see if anything would happen.
The cops mentioned that if there was a change on the order it wouldn't be on the system they had in the car, but it would be on the system at the station. So if there HAD been a change he'd be released immidiately and everything would be hunky dory!
Not quite the case obviously.
I sat in our empty room waiting and waiting.
The RCMP had called my mom to tell her allll about it since she's the one who all communication between BB and I went through. Due to that fact her and I were fighting, AGAIN.
We've been fighting for the past month really. About a lot of things. About BB, about me leaving... about BB.
She was telling me to go out and get the stuff from the car because it would be broken into if I didn't. I said I was too scared and that there was a LOT of stuff to bring up and I didn't want to do it alone. She said that the cop told her that the neighborhood we're in is SOOO terrible and that I'm not safe at ALL. I said shut up its fine.
I texted B with no reply, and I texted BB's friend whom I'm friends with and all he said was "shitty".
Shitty indeed. I didn't even have the vodka hockey stick that BB and I were going to celebrate with.
I eventually texted M, my friend from high school who lives near me. I really didn't want to though since I haven't seen her for years other than the day before when I saw her walking to work.
I texted her and she called me immidiately asking if I needed her to come over to help get the stuff from the car or to just hang out.
She was hanging out with a guy friend at the time so it was even better because I had some heavy shit.
After we got everything in we drank the hockey stick of vodka in jars with icetea juice crystals and sat on pillows in the living room.
I didn't hear from BB until after midnight. He said he just got his fingerprints taken and that he thought he'd be let out soon. He told me to stop drinking because he'd need me to pick him up.
Well, instead of stopping drinking, I talked to my friends and we decided to drink for 20 more minutes and then walk downtown to where he was (another 20 minutes).
We got there, couldn't go in, waited 20 minutes more, and then walked back.
M invited me to stay at her place for the night but I said that I wanted to stay at the apartment just in case he got dropped off by the cops or needed a ride home.
Her and the dude left, I made a bed out of pillows and stayed up until around 5, waking up at 7 without hearing from him.
It wasn't until around 11 am that BB called me again. We talked until they kicked us off the phone. He said that he was waiting to talk to the justice of the peace and that there was a really long line up before him.
After hearing from him I felt better that he seemed calm and positive that he'd get out soon. I decided to unpack all the stuff we had brought in the night before just so that it seemed sort of homey for BB when he got home.
It wasn't until 5:30 pm that he phoned me asking to put $200 in his account for bail.
I immidiately texted my mom with no reply because she was driving in an area without service. So I texted my dad asking to call me.
He phoned and I had to explain why I needed $200 and the entire story that led up to that point. Luckily, he trusts in my decisions and lent me the $200.
So to speed things up a bit, there's still a no contact order (I guess BB lied about the crown saying it was okay to be together) but we can get it taken off on the 6th.
We're currently staying an hour out of the city with his auntie and uncle because the cop told me he'd come check the apartment to see if BB was breaching again.
And I start my first day of work tomorrow.
I wish this wasn't the weekend I had but whatever I guess. At least tomorrow I start making some fucking money.
- Mint.
