An epiphany of sorts...
Apparently I've just bitched all the time that he and I have been together. I'm a bitch who can fuck himself, too.
Sean and I are no longer an "item," due to his wondrous, mature use of language. (I hope that you can hear my voice, dripping with sarcasm.) I've never been so disrespected by a man who supposedly loved me, but I don't even care anymore. Well, that's a lie. I'm still really pissed, so I guess that that counts as caring.
I have too much self-respect to stay. He wants to be single and looking so that guys will leave him comments about how pretty and sexy he is. I say, why pretend? He should really BE single! I mean, why would he want to stay with his hideous, bitchy ogre boyfriend, when he could find someone better? Someone who can do a better job than I did. Someone who's smarter, more loving, prettier, more successful. Sean should strive to "do better." I wouldn't want to hold him back from fully enjoying his promising future of living at his mother's house.
From last night's oh-so enjoyable conversation, I've learned something. He was never in love with me. Sure, he MAY (emphasis on "may") have loved me, but it's not the same thing. He loved the idea of being in love with someone, someone who's not me. I've learned that he's not ready for a real adult relationship, one based on mutual respect, one in which the attention of others is not needed. He's still in his fuck around stage, which is fine for him. I, on the other hand, am ready for something a little more substantial and long-lasting.
At 18, I am more mature than he is. At 18, I have more drive and ambition than he does. At 18, I have more going for me, and at 18 I'm still crying over pretty men who have no idea what they want in life.
Sean and I are no longer an "item," due to his wondrous, mature use of language. (I hope that you can hear my voice, dripping with sarcasm.) I've never been so disrespected by a man who supposedly loved me, but I don't even care anymore. Well, that's a lie. I'm still really pissed, so I guess that that counts as caring.
I have too much self-respect to stay. He wants to be single and looking so that guys will leave him comments about how pretty and sexy he is. I say, why pretend? He should really BE single! I mean, why would he want to stay with his hideous, bitchy ogre boyfriend, when he could find someone better? Someone who can do a better job than I did. Someone who's smarter, more loving, prettier, more successful. Sean should strive to "do better." I wouldn't want to hold him back from fully enjoying his promising future of living at his mother's house.
From last night's oh-so enjoyable conversation, I've learned something. He was never in love with me. Sure, he MAY (emphasis on "may") have loved me, but it's not the same thing. He loved the idea of being in love with someone, someone who's not me. I've learned that he's not ready for a real adult relationship, one based on mutual respect, one in which the attention of others is not needed. He's still in his fuck around stage, which is fine for him. I, on the other hand, am ready for something a little more substantial and long-lasting.
At 18, I am more mature than he is. At 18, I have more drive and ambition than he does. At 18, I have more going for me, and at 18 I'm still crying over pretty men who have no idea what they want in life.