Assurances Not Kept.
Well, I woke up today at 6:30am, rolled out more like it, dressed, ate, and very leisurely walked out to the car (probably should have changed shoes). Dropped off at MAST and was expecting to FINALLY get my things and put this behind me but for some insecure reason on her part, she forgets to bring my items and chooses to be, quite rude to me and bark some remark about bring them tomorrow "if I remember". Soooo, can we say bitch? Indeed. But hey, I was nice and just calmly asked for her to please bring them tomorrow to my brother and wiped my hands of all other protests.
And so the hypocrite rodent marches on. But that's okay guys! Know why? Because she deserves to get dumped in the manner in which I did:
"I'm sorry but I cannot go on being with someone as insecure as you are; your constant remarks about how much fun I will be having being a prostitute while in college where I will supposedly be learning to achieve my life long goal are quite rude and unacceptable. I'm breaking up with you, have a nice day and please return those things that belong to me."
That's about what I said that day. And before I get people bitching at me who adore her, why not get my side? The following was written June 24, two days after the initial so all cursing aside, this is how I feel:
Okay, I broke up with her on...Thursday June 22nd oh my first day off form work. My reasons for doing that were because she was too immature to handle the idea of me leaving and not seeing her 4 months at a time. That and she was very needy and if I didn't call her at a certain time, if I didn't call RIGHT back after seeing she'd left a message, reply to her online within 2 seconds, etc anything like that, she'd go wacko on me and accuse me of the randomest crap. So I had enough of that.
She wasn't very good at...being intimate--I won't go into details there.
And she wanted me to commit to her for the rest of my life, something though I had said I could see myself doing, I can't POSSIBLY do that now. I still have very many things I had wanted to do that I had dreamed of doing waaaay before I met her. Though yea, I could have done some of them with her, its just not the same.
She'd overreact for EVERTHING, I'm pretty patient when it comes to dealing with people, I won't become irrational with them so soon but it does take a lot. I had hope that maybe she would change some of that but no. She's very insecure about what she's capable of doing. She CONSTANTLY referred to what I may or may not have done in my past relationships, kept bringing up the fact that I was with Danny, that I was with Diana; more often than not she kept referring to Diana, she hates her. But, damn! She would tell me this ALL the time, if I happen to look up and one of them passes she freaks out and starts getting upset saying I was looking after them longingly! Fucking hell! That was a major reason for me choosing to break up with her, because she would freak out if I did anything that made her think I was thinking on someone else. Even worse when it came time to the end of the year, we started fighting more often because she kept holding on to this idea of a "perfect outing" for us, and if ANYTHING even remotely deviated from her plan, she'd pout and whine the rest of the day and purposely make it worse. Also at the same time she kept telling me "if you want to leave that's fine, I want you to leave, go have the full college experience and don't hold back because of me. I don't want you to miss out on getting the entire experience." Meaning, if I wanted to go have drunken sex with some frat boy I could, but boy would I be guilt tripped afterwards and made to feel like shit when she found out. What's worse, she implied that I would be the biggest fucking whore EVER to have existed! I would have thought she knew me better than that and KNOW that I'm not that type of person!
That's what hurt the most, that she could think so poorly of me, and repeatedly remind me that, yes, I would take money for sexual acts if I need the money THAT badly. That my conscience wouldn't exactly stop me from doing so. She has horrible low self-esteem and I tried to get her to maybe talk to a professional if she needed help THAT BADLY, and did what I could to steer her in the right direction.
on TOP of all that, after I tell her I'm breaking up with her, she goes on to say that "you know, I didn't really love you anyways. I only said I did because you did."
So this whole time has been a waste? Yea, go to hell you fucking whore.
And now what did I do today? Hung out with people who are NOT fake, who are NOT liars, and who are HONEST people, or so I've come to believe. I am much happier being how I am now, single and swinging, then I ever was in those wretched months.
To all those who adore her, why don't you run and tell her exactly this eh? Fruitcake, whatever your fucking last name is: Stephanie Villagra or whatever. Get some balls and tell me to my face you were the one who's been playing the traitor.
Come on, flame me. I dare you
7:55pm
And so the hypocrite rodent marches on. But that's okay guys! Know why? Because she deserves to get dumped in the manner in which I did:
"I'm sorry but I cannot go on being with someone as insecure as you are; your constant remarks about how much fun I will be having being a prostitute while in college where I will supposedly be learning to achieve my life long goal are quite rude and unacceptable. I'm breaking up with you, have a nice day and please return those things that belong to me."
That's about what I said that day. And before I get people bitching at me who adore her, why not get my side? The following was written June 24, two days after the initial so all cursing aside, this is how I feel:
Okay, I broke up with her on...Thursday June 22nd oh my first day off form work. My reasons for doing that were because she was too immature to handle the idea of me leaving and not seeing her 4 months at a time. That and she was very needy and if I didn't call her at a certain time, if I didn't call RIGHT back after seeing she'd left a message, reply to her online within 2 seconds, etc anything like that, she'd go wacko on me and accuse me of the randomest crap. So I had enough of that.
She wasn't very good at...being intimate--I won't go into details there.
And she wanted me to commit to her for the rest of my life, something though I had said I could see myself doing, I can't POSSIBLY do that now. I still have very many things I had wanted to do that I had dreamed of doing waaaay before I met her. Though yea, I could have done some of them with her, its just not the same.
She'd overreact for EVERTHING, I'm pretty patient when it comes to dealing with people, I won't become irrational with them so soon but it does take a lot. I had hope that maybe she would change some of that but no. She's very insecure about what she's capable of doing. She CONSTANTLY referred to what I may or may not have done in my past relationships, kept bringing up the fact that I was with Danny, that I was with Diana; more often than not she kept referring to Diana, she hates her. But, damn! She would tell me this ALL the time, if I happen to look up and one of them passes she freaks out and starts getting upset saying I was looking after them longingly! Fucking hell! That was a major reason for me choosing to break up with her, because she would freak out if I did anything that made her think I was thinking on someone else. Even worse when it came time to the end of the year, we started fighting more often because she kept holding on to this idea of a "perfect outing" for us, and if ANYTHING even remotely deviated from her plan, she'd pout and whine the rest of the day and purposely make it worse. Also at the same time she kept telling me "if you want to leave that's fine, I want you to leave, go have the full college experience and don't hold back because of me. I don't want you to miss out on getting the entire experience." Meaning, if I wanted to go have drunken sex with some frat boy I could, but boy would I be guilt tripped afterwards and made to feel like shit when she found out. What's worse, she implied that I would be the biggest fucking whore EVER to have existed! I would have thought she knew me better than that and KNOW that I'm not that type of person!
That's what hurt the most, that she could think so poorly of me, and repeatedly remind me that, yes, I would take money for sexual acts if I need the money THAT badly. That my conscience wouldn't exactly stop me from doing so. She has horrible low self-esteem and I tried to get her to maybe talk to a professional if she needed help THAT BADLY, and did what I could to steer her in the right direction.
on TOP of all that, after I tell her I'm breaking up with her, she goes on to say that "you know, I didn't really love you anyways. I only said I did because you did."
So this whole time has been a waste? Yea, go to hell you fucking whore.
And now what did I do today? Hung out with people who are NOT fake, who are NOT liars, and who are HONEST people, or so I've come to believe. I am much happier being how I am now, single and swinging, then I ever was in those wretched months.
To all those who adore her, why don't you run and tell her exactly this eh? Fruitcake, whatever your fucking last name is: Stephanie Villagra or whatever. Get some balls and tell me to my face you were the one who's been playing the traitor.
Come on, flame me. I dare you
7:55pm