sob.
today, or more yesterday, trig and i broke up. but not the regular i dont think we are right for each other, im talking about jerry springer, breaking mirrors, shattering bowls, burning things, and i throw some mean sucker punches. i threw a candle in a glass jar at his head and i hit him in the eye 3 times and one good time on the nose, square in the center. hes gonna feel it tomorrow.
why erica, why did you do such a thing? well, i had a bad feeling so i went online and found out that he had went on dates with two other girls he met on myspace.com like a month ago and 20 days ago. he has been e-mailing with them back and forth up until yesterday. oh, i am a genious. i was in his e-mail account b/c i knew the password and it was already sitting there and there was a notice from myspace that some bitch named katie sent him a message. well, i wanted to know what it was. so naturally, i went to myspace.com, asked them to send me the password to my e-mail voila, i have proof he is cheating on me. i woke him up at 12 o clock, popped and aterol and told him he is not going to sleep in this house tonight.
so i kicked him, harassed him, yelled at him, i did not punch him until he touched me. i told him not to touch me. then i taunted him to hit me back. what is the judge going to believe? boy with a conviction or little ole me? i finally let him go to sleep around 5:30 this morning on the couch, woke him up at 8 and told him to start packing, b/c i dont care where he goes, but hes got to get the fuck outta here. he kept trying to make shit better and asked to talk, so i called the bitches from his cell phone and told them who i am, they got the message. then, i broke his phone in 1/2. those flip phones are really not dependable. he kept insisting that we talk, hes not giving up, blah blah blah, so i shattered one of his 200 dollar artsy fartsy bowls. still, he doesnt want to give up. so i lit matches and threw them at him. still, no word. then i threaten to cut up one of his mom's canvas paintings. he got the picture.
he borrowed his friend's truck and he got the fuck out.
dont tell anyone, but while he was out for a while (I OF COURSE TOOK THE MONEY HE OWED ME OUT OF THE WALLET AND TOOK HIS HOUSE KEYS) i took his playstation 2 and gave it to a friend. he still doesnt know. what an idiot. i am now also the proud owner of the goodfellas, godfather 1,2, and three and a buncha other good stuff. boys and gadgets. silly boys. hes lucky i didnt cut off his dick. although he played his cards pretty well b/c he knew one wrong move and i would have.
i feel relieved. like it feels good. i feel sexier, happier and not as stressed. i am sad of course and in the 4 years my best friend has known me, she said she has never heard me cry so hard. I ONLY EVER ASKED FOR TWO THINGS. 1. DONT HIT ME. 2. DONT CHEAT ON ME. couldnt do it. i went to school after meeting with my girl to lunch about how stupid he is and he met me there. i cried some more, we talked and i was civil. he said he is not giving up, blah blah, hes sorry.
ya know what? fine. but i aint waiting.
fucken bastard, im gonna see what else of the shit he left i can sell or give away.
why erica, why did you do such a thing? well, i had a bad feeling so i went online and found out that he had went on dates with two other girls he met on myspace.com like a month ago and 20 days ago. he has been e-mailing with them back and forth up until yesterday. oh, i am a genious. i was in his e-mail account b/c i knew the password and it was already sitting there and there was a notice from myspace that some bitch named katie sent him a message. well, i wanted to know what it was. so naturally, i went to myspace.com, asked them to send me the password to my e-mail voila, i have proof he is cheating on me. i woke him up at 12 o clock, popped and aterol and told him he is not going to sleep in this house tonight.
so i kicked him, harassed him, yelled at him, i did not punch him until he touched me. i told him not to touch me. then i taunted him to hit me back. what is the judge going to believe? boy with a conviction or little ole me? i finally let him go to sleep around 5:30 this morning on the couch, woke him up at 8 and told him to start packing, b/c i dont care where he goes, but hes got to get the fuck outta here. he kept trying to make shit better and asked to talk, so i called the bitches from his cell phone and told them who i am, they got the message. then, i broke his phone in 1/2. those flip phones are really not dependable. he kept insisting that we talk, hes not giving up, blah blah blah, so i shattered one of his 200 dollar artsy fartsy bowls. still, he doesnt want to give up. so i lit matches and threw them at him. still, no word. then i threaten to cut up one of his mom's canvas paintings. he got the picture.
he borrowed his friend's truck and he got the fuck out.
dont tell anyone, but while he was out for a while (I OF COURSE TOOK THE MONEY HE OWED ME OUT OF THE WALLET AND TOOK HIS HOUSE KEYS) i took his playstation 2 and gave it to a friend. he still doesnt know. what an idiot. i am now also the proud owner of the goodfellas, godfather 1,2, and three and a buncha other good stuff. boys and gadgets. silly boys. hes lucky i didnt cut off his dick. although he played his cards pretty well b/c he knew one wrong move and i would have.
i feel relieved. like it feels good. i feel sexier, happier and not as stressed. i am sad of course and in the 4 years my best friend has known me, she said she has never heard me cry so hard. I ONLY EVER ASKED FOR TWO THINGS. 1. DONT HIT ME. 2. DONT CHEAT ON ME. couldnt do it. i went to school after meeting with my girl to lunch about how stupid he is and he met me there. i cried some more, we talked and i was civil. he said he is not giving up, blah blah, hes sorry.
ya know what? fine. but i aint waiting.
fucken bastard, im gonna see what else of the shit he left i can sell or give away.