The Truth is Unspoken, a Promise is Broken. I’m Under Surveillance, They Know What My Name is
Yes, there is nothing like being in the middle of a particularly intense fantasy about a girl, only to be interrupted by a text from your ex. Killed the mood a bit.
Becky told me that during her recent move, she had found some notebooks of mine and would I like them back. I figured that there was probably nothing of any particular interest, but I always like looking over these things. She wanted me to come down to her work to pick them up and I said I'd see what I could do.
Well, after I did laundry, I was in no particular state to go anywhere and I sent her a text saying that I wouldn't be able to make it down. This was fine, and did I have any books or dvds that of hers? I didn't think so, but offered to check if there was anything she knew of. 'Oh, nothing in particular. Maybe Futurama.' I said that she had let me have that one. 'I let you have quite a bit, yes.'
I refused to rise to her baiting.
I did wind up with a fair amount of our mutual possessions, not because I wanted them but because she didn't. Some of the stuff she kept I know she did specifically so that I wouldn't have it. Pages of comic art, signed books by Neil Gaiman, Muppet toys, all sorts of stuff. Some of it she wanted, but most of it she kept in spite. You know what? It's been two years. It's not like she couldn't buy Futurama if she wanted to. She just keeps pressing my buttons to see what I'll do. To see if she has any power left in the remote.
But the batteries are drained dry. I refuse to fight any longer. It's not healthy for either of us. And sweetie, I am over you. If I had known that the final nail in the coffin was getting laid, I would have done it a long time ago...
Becky told me that during her recent move, she had found some notebooks of mine and would I like them back. I figured that there was probably nothing of any particular interest, but I always like looking over these things. She wanted me to come down to her work to pick them up and I said I'd see what I could do.
Well, after I did laundry, I was in no particular state to go anywhere and I sent her a text saying that I wouldn't be able to make it down. This was fine, and did I have any books or dvds that of hers? I didn't think so, but offered to check if there was anything she knew of. 'Oh, nothing in particular. Maybe Futurama.' I said that she had let me have that one. 'I let you have quite a bit, yes.'
I refused to rise to her baiting.
I did wind up with a fair amount of our mutual possessions, not because I wanted them but because she didn't. Some of the stuff she kept I know she did specifically so that I wouldn't have it. Pages of comic art, signed books by Neil Gaiman, Muppet toys, all sorts of stuff. Some of it she wanted, but most of it she kept in spite. You know what? It's been two years. It's not like she couldn't buy Futurama if she wanted to. She just keeps pressing my buttons to see what I'll do. To see if she has any power left in the remote.
But the batteries are drained dry. I refuse to fight any longer. It's not healthy for either of us. And sweetie, I am over you. If I had known that the final nail in the coffin was getting laid, I would have done it a long time ago...