The Stressful Masseuse X
Good morning!
So one of my friends thinks the story of my stressful Masseuse is so funny, that she is dying for me to share it on social media.
It is the story about The Masseuse that ended up making me so stressed out that the day after she gave me a massage, I had to go for another massage from someone else, and that Masseuse didn't believe I had a massage yesterday before, because she said I was so tight and stressed out.
I really never had a relationship with this woman, except that she would come and give me a very deep tissue massage every week. She was amazing, but her deep massage would always leave bruises, which I was OK with, because I like the really hard/deep tissue massage. However this seemed to be a sore spot with the stressful masseuse.
I didn't really know the SM personally, but she was married to a chiropractor, and was a beautiful young woman, who dressed very provocatively. However, really seemed to know her stuff using tools, chiropractic instruments, as well as massage deeply with her hands.
The only thing I ever did with the masseuse outside of getting a massage, was invite her to my birthday party a couple years ago, and she came to it without her husband,, and ended up staying late and partying, dancing with some of my friends.
I don't know why, but after that night things seemed to change between us..
Following that party, and her meeting my friends, the next time SM came into my house, before our massage, I reached in to get some water out of the fridge. Then, watching me, SM looked in my refrigerator, and I had a lot of beer that's had been in there for weeks, and she said to me "is that beer in your refrigerator???"
I wasn't sure why my Masseuse was asking me what I had in my refrigerator, but I also wasn't sure that question even deserved a response. Like, since when does My Masseuse care what's in my refrigerator? Except that this was maybe going to be evidence of me living life out of balance? However it wasn't based on factual information. The beer was not mine, but was brought by a guest and had been in my refrigerator for weeks.
Another time she came in, and said upon entering my apartment "didn't your cleaning lady come???" Signifying to me she didn't believe that I kept my house very clean after the cleaning lady came this week.🤨. Extraordinary that this is the conversation, as my masseuse drags her table through my door to massage me.
The next question she asked me was if I had been working out at all. To which I responded, "yes." I had been working very hard on getting in shape and going to the gym, no less than four times a week. However, to this response, The Masseuse just laughed. Now, I'm not sure I have to tell you, but when the woman who has been touching your naked body for weeks, asks you if you have been working out, and then laughs, that can be quite cutting.🤨
The next thing she said was that I had been "hitting it hard" drinking lately. This was surprising to me that she would say this, because she never had spent any time with me except for at my birthday party, which was for me a flop, because I ended up walking home alone early at 9 PM at my birthday, July 21, 2021. However, this woman, My Masseuse, actually went out dancing and drinking until late at night with some of my friends from the party, without her husband. I had no idea where they went. She said her husband came and picked her up at the end of the night, but I kind of find that hard to believe, since it was so late. Still, I didn't question her.
However, something at that party, made this woman start judging me based on fictitious information that she had made up in her head. I started wondering if she was displacing judgment of herself onto me? Because she was the one who was out partying without her husband the night of my birthday. It wasn't me.🤷♀️ I actually walked home and went to bed very early completely sober.
I had shared a lot with the stressful Masseuse about my relationship With Flake. At first she was super supportive, but then hearing how many times Flake was a flake to me, she quickly lost her support for him.. Thought I was being taken advantage of, and now after the fact, I would agree. However, at that time in my life, that is where I wanted to be, and judgments from My Masseuse were not welcome.
One time she told me to say to Flake something in another language like a dialect that she thought he would know with his background of New Orleans. She said to ask him what it meant.
The stressful Masseuse didn't want to tell me what it meant. She told me to ask him. Like she and my boyfriend were going to have some secret word together that they both knew that I didn't know?.
That was weird. I didn't ever tell him the word. I didn't see any reason to mention her name to Flake, and start a relationship between him and my Stressful Masseuse. Flake is very handsome. I didn't blame her for trying, but I wasn't going to mention something to him about her, to draw interest in who my masseuse is! Which is what I thought she wanted me to do.
The final blow happened when she came to my house, and in preparation for my massage, asked me what the bruises were on my leg, and I told her they were from her, my last massage. I told her that I didn't mind. I reminded her that I take a deep massage, and she does very well, but that I easily bruise.
After this recollection, this woman completely flipped out. The Stressful Masseuse took it to mean that I was judging her for massaging me deeply and bruising me. However, I was telling her that I love a deep massage, and I love the way she massages me deep, but there is nothing that I can do ...that it makes me bruise. I am OK with that.
Following this massage, this woman started incessantly texting me with reasons for my bruises that had nothing to do with her, and accusations of my misconduct to the point where if I had my ringer on I could hear numerous unending texts coming through my telephone telling me off for being "judgemental" of her. Over and over again for days, and even in the middle of the night. I was receiving texts. & then I tried to respond to her. Finally, the stressful Masseuse had blocked me so I couldn't.
This was honestly the most stressful masseuse ever. In the end, I ended up blocking her, because I just couldn't have the drama anymore. This relationship took its toll on my body. It was unfortunate because I really thought a lot of her, and she was married to a chiropractor, which is the business of my family with The American Chiropractor Magazine.
However, some relationships are so toxic, that there is nothing more than you can do than to permanently block. Unfortunately, and surprisingly, this was one of those relationships.
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