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***DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.***
Sometimes two people could have lasted a lot longer than they did, but what was “meant to be” never was because she couldn’t produce a fucking ounce of trust for her genuinely dedicated partner.
He’s responding to her Sunday, November 25th 2007 rant not because he wants to, because Lord knows he has three hundred million other much better things to do, but because he’s never in his life borne witness to so many untruths and character misrepresentations and slander in such a short frame of written word. Oh but first allow him to establish how frighteningly sober he is while writing this: every single word carefully picked, crafted, and placed into each supporting sentence, and published accordingly. In fact, you might even say he’s obsessed with being sober-almost to the point of excessive sobriety. If sober was a drink he’d be chugging it down right about now. He’d be playing sober-pong with his dumb buddies. He does a shot of water every minute for 100 minutes and calls it a sober hour. He drinks water like it’s going out of style. He’s high on life. His favorite bartender always asks him “Mineral, sparkling or spring?” He slashes the tires of Budweiser trucks. He throws bagels at people while they attempt to patronize their local liquor store.
According to her, they’ve clearly both moved on, and moved their own separate ways. Have they? Let’s dispel the first myth, the biggest delusion of them all, right off the bat: She never loved him.
That’s right. She never loved him. How many countless hundreds or thousands of times did she say it before it took him this long to figure out that she never loved him from the day she met him. From a very young age, she fell in love with an idea, an ideal, a vision, a dream, a fantasy, a plan, a something to hope for. She never loved him, she only loved the idea of some elaborately planned out future with somebody in it. That somebody could have been anybody, really. She never trusted him. She didn’t put a single ounce of trust in him from the outset of our relationship. Obviously, two people who have never met cannot trust each other, but after awhile, he trusted her 100%. She never gave in. She never once trusted him.
“It wasn’t that I still loved him, I still loved the dream of him and I being together forever, as planned.” She didn’t still does not realize it, because the fantasy dream of forever had been ingrained in her being, but her trust in him was NEVER PRESENT FROM THE OUTSET OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
She yammered on as much as she liked about his “cheating,” during AND after the relationship ended. Before he met her he never thought it was possible to cheat on one’s girlfriend by casually moving his iris in a certain direction in the middle of a crowded hotel lobby-a SOCIAL event. Heaven forbid he even LOOKED in the direction of a girl who may or may not be attractive… please note: most girls are pretty. Window shopping is not cheating. And that’s being ULTRA-conservative, at best. Surviving a concert pit where each person has about a square foot of personal space is not such an easy task, but let all hell break loose and all order in the universe become chaos once he leans his arm ever so cautiously on ANOTHER GIRL for all of ten seconds. That’s cheating. IS IT REALLY!?!?! The stranger probably trusted him more than she trusted him, at that point. Funny how stunts like that which she pulled while they were in very public places VERY quickly escalated to her being mad at him, almost always resulting in SWIFT and SYSTEMATIC isolation-every…single…time. How many times can she play the insecure victim card before it just gets fucking disgusting? She was absolutely right, he should have just stayed and enjoyed the rest of the front row show. Or maybe he should have “pushed” her some more. Maybe he would have even made a few friends, although that was not entirely likely with her in the picture-he couldn’t even keep EXISTING friends around with her psychotic controlling tendencies ruining everything.
What did her uncle once say? Treat your boyfriend like he’s a guilty bastard all the time, and he’s got no incentive whatsoever to act like anything BUT a bastard. And that’s exactly what she did to him, she showed him no trust whatsoever and he quickly realized that and went looking for trust elsewhere. She just came along for the ride. She got from him exactly what she gave. His current girlfriend, (about which he feels not the need to add superfluous and unnecessary detracting details about their entire relationship, how they came to be, how they stand, plans for their future, wedding location dates, details, invitations, registries, etc. as those details would only be awkwardly and obtrusively interjected to feel good about himself), actually trusts him, so he would never “cheat” on her, nor would he ever actually cheat on her. It’s that simple. She fucked it all up, and then BLAMED it on him. His stupidity never allowed him to see clearly enough what she was doing, and so she kept brainwashing him until it was easier just to apologize for shit he didn’t do wrong than to listen to her cry for an infinitely lengthy period of time while boosting the share price of Kimberly-Clark stock a hundred thousand-fold single-handedly.
“And I couldn’t forgive and forget, and I never let him forget, I couldn’t let go of the things he did to cause pain to me.” What a unique perspective he now has, now being her ex for over a year. He can only imagine the things she tells her current boyfriend about him. Wow! Actually, the picture you paint of him is probably quite similar to the picture she painted for her lovely college roommate, WHILE THEY WERE STILL GOING OUT!!! He doesn’t even KNOW the girl, and the girl DOESN’T FUCKING KNOW him, and THEY HATE EACH OTHERS GUTS!!!! SHE DOES REALIZE THAT THAT IS ENTIRELY HER FAULT, RIGHT? He’s really beginning to think that MANY of her exes were truly not the monsters she made them out to be, considering how badly he wanted to kill some of them while we were dating. She always had a flair for the dramatic… nice to know that some things never change.
All of the above has been lighthearted fodder. Here’s where he gets REAL angry REAL fast. Picture him YELLING AT HER, the opportunity for which he passed up on FAR too many a time while still together…
“I do not have to deal with drug usage, obsessive drinking, lying, or cheating or a beginning to a relationship that I can’t shake for the rest of it.” She should take another minute and read that statement again. Let it sink in.
Now take that, and put it right next to this gem: “we all got our drinks for free because I used to work there and the bartender loved me.” Never before has he ever met somebody who plays the VICTIM card so unreservedly and then proceeds to drink themselves silly to numb the manifested “pain” they’ve been “caused.” Disgusting. How dare she lob grenades at him.
How dare she kill his friendships. How dare she badmouth him to every friend of his who she just swooped in and assumed they liked her for her. Any friend of hers she made through him liked her only because he liked her. Once they broke up, she carried on like it was the cordial thing to do. A finer display of douchebaggery has never been witnessed. As far as he’s concerned, she is the no good scum of the earth that does nothing but drain the value of society until it’s been completely exhausted. She’s less than nothing, with nobody to blame but herself. When all is said and done, ultimately she stands alone with her façade of a life, and her accomplishments will not stand up to all of her supreme failures.
Allow for the fact that this account of a sad story has been written with such clarity of mind and swiftness of keystroke. It is a shame though that these words become ultimately wasted on the undeserving.
She wants to be just a memory? Just a distant glimpse of the past? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HIS LIFE!!! They say that the passage of time washes out bad past memories. His memories of their relationship are very clearly and vividly horrendous, because any nice moment would be immediately overshadowed by a cloud of gloom and a river of tears, for which there was no good reason. And by badmouthing him to not only her friends but HIS friends, she’s only bringing some SERIOUS, ACTUAL pain down on herself-a refreshing change of pace from a confounding 2 years and however many number of months. Sure she can’t control what her friends do, but she did control WHAT THE FUCK SHE THOUGHT, SO SHE SHOULD STOP WASTING HER FRIEND’S TIME TIME AND HER OWN TIME BY YAPPING ABOUT WHAT SHE CAN’T CONTROL. IT TRULY NEEDS TO BE GOTTEN OVER.
Graduate school?! Jesus Christ almighty she’s really graduated to the third grade in most respects. Congratulations go out to her.
Has he ever spoken a word, negative or otherwise, about her family? Sure, she has the right to say whatever she wants about his family… but she’s got no fucking business badmouthing them. What a classless move. Absolutely classless.
I wish the other half the best of luck. He’s certainly going to need it.
Sometimes two people could have lasted a lot longer than they did, but what was “meant to be” never was because she couldn’t produce a fucking ounce of trust for her genuinely dedicated partner.
He’s responding to her Sunday, November 25th 2007 rant not because he wants to, because Lord knows he has three hundred million other much better things to do, but because he’s never in his life borne witness to so many untruths and character misrepresentations and slander in such a short frame of written word. Oh but first allow him to establish how frighteningly sober he is while writing this: every single word carefully picked, crafted, and placed into each supporting sentence, and published accordingly. In fact, you might even say he’s obsessed with being sober-almost to the point of excessive sobriety. If sober was a drink he’d be chugging it down right about now. He’d be playing sober-pong with his dumb buddies. He does a shot of water every minute for 100 minutes and calls it a sober hour. He drinks water like it’s going out of style. He’s high on life. His favorite bartender always asks him “Mineral, sparkling or spring?” He slashes the tires of Budweiser trucks. He throws bagels at people while they attempt to patronize their local liquor store.
According to her, they’ve clearly both moved on, and moved their own separate ways. Have they? Let’s dispel the first myth, the biggest delusion of them all, right off the bat: She never loved him.
That’s right. She never loved him. How many countless hundreds or thousands of times did she say it before it took him this long to figure out that she never loved him from the day she met him. From a very young age, she fell in love with an idea, an ideal, a vision, a dream, a fantasy, a plan, a something to hope for. She never loved him, she only loved the idea of some elaborately planned out future with somebody in it. That somebody could have been anybody, really. She never trusted him. She didn’t put a single ounce of trust in him from the outset of our relationship. Obviously, two people who have never met cannot trust each other, but after awhile, he trusted her 100%. She never gave in. She never once trusted him.
“It wasn’t that I still loved him, I still loved the dream of him and I being together forever, as planned.” She didn’t still does not realize it, because the fantasy dream of forever had been ingrained in her being, but her trust in him was NEVER PRESENT FROM THE OUTSET OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
She yammered on as much as she liked about his “cheating,” during AND after the relationship ended. Before he met her he never thought it was possible to cheat on one’s girlfriend by casually moving his iris in a certain direction in the middle of a crowded hotel lobby-a SOCIAL event. Heaven forbid he even LOOKED in the direction of a girl who may or may not be attractive… please note: most girls are pretty. Window shopping is not cheating. And that’s being ULTRA-conservative, at best. Surviving a concert pit where each person has about a square foot of personal space is not such an easy task, but let all hell break loose and all order in the universe become chaos once he leans his arm ever so cautiously on ANOTHER GIRL for all of ten seconds. That’s cheating. IS IT REALLY!?!?! The stranger probably trusted him more than she trusted him, at that point. Funny how stunts like that which she pulled while they were in very public places VERY quickly escalated to her being mad at him, almost always resulting in SWIFT and SYSTEMATIC isolation-every…single…time. How many times can she play the insecure victim card before it just gets fucking disgusting? She was absolutely right, he should have just stayed and enjoyed the rest of the front row show. Or maybe he should have “pushed” her some more. Maybe he would have even made a few friends, although that was not entirely likely with her in the picture-he couldn’t even keep EXISTING friends around with her psychotic controlling tendencies ruining everything.
What did her uncle once say? Treat your boyfriend like he’s a guilty bastard all the time, and he’s got no incentive whatsoever to act like anything BUT a bastard. And that’s exactly what she did to him, she showed him no trust whatsoever and he quickly realized that and went looking for trust elsewhere. She just came along for the ride. She got from him exactly what she gave. His current girlfriend, (about which he feels not the need to add superfluous and unnecessary detracting details about their entire relationship, how they came to be, how they stand, plans for their future, wedding location dates, details, invitations, registries, etc. as those details would only be awkwardly and obtrusively interjected to feel good about himself), actually trusts him, so he would never “cheat” on her, nor would he ever actually cheat on her. It’s that simple. She fucked it all up, and then BLAMED it on him. His stupidity never allowed him to see clearly enough what she was doing, and so she kept brainwashing him until it was easier just to apologize for shit he didn’t do wrong than to listen to her cry for an infinitely lengthy period of time while boosting the share price of Kimberly-Clark stock a hundred thousand-fold single-handedly.
“And I couldn’t forgive and forget, and I never let him forget, I couldn’t let go of the things he did to cause pain to me.” What a unique perspective he now has, now being her ex for over a year. He can only imagine the things she tells her current boyfriend about him. Wow! Actually, the picture you paint of him is probably quite similar to the picture she painted for her lovely college roommate, WHILE THEY WERE STILL GOING OUT!!! He doesn’t even KNOW the girl, and the girl DOESN’T FUCKING KNOW him, and THEY HATE EACH OTHERS GUTS!!!! SHE DOES REALIZE THAT THAT IS ENTIRELY HER FAULT, RIGHT? He’s really beginning to think that MANY of her exes were truly not the monsters she made them out to be, considering how badly he wanted to kill some of them while we were dating. She always had a flair for the dramatic… nice to know that some things never change.
All of the above has been lighthearted fodder. Here’s where he gets REAL angry REAL fast. Picture him YELLING AT HER, the opportunity for which he passed up on FAR too many a time while still together…
“I do not have to deal with drug usage, obsessive drinking, lying, or cheating or a beginning to a relationship that I can’t shake for the rest of it.” She should take another minute and read that statement again. Let it sink in.
Now take that, and put it right next to this gem: “we all got our drinks for free because I used to work there and the bartender loved me.” Never before has he ever met somebody who plays the VICTIM card so unreservedly and then proceeds to drink themselves silly to numb the manifested “pain” they’ve been “caused.” Disgusting. How dare she lob grenades at him.
How dare she kill his friendships. How dare she badmouth him to every friend of his who she just swooped in and assumed they liked her for her. Any friend of hers she made through him liked her only because he liked her. Once they broke up, she carried on like it was the cordial thing to do. A finer display of douchebaggery has never been witnessed. As far as he’s concerned, she is the no good scum of the earth that does nothing but drain the value of society until it’s been completely exhausted. She’s less than nothing, with nobody to blame but herself. When all is said and done, ultimately she stands alone with her façade of a life, and her accomplishments will not stand up to all of her supreme failures.
Allow for the fact that this account of a sad story has been written with such clarity of mind and swiftness of keystroke. It is a shame though that these words become ultimately wasted on the undeserving.
She wants to be just a memory? Just a distant glimpse of the past? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HIS LIFE!!! They say that the passage of time washes out bad past memories. His memories of their relationship are very clearly and vividly horrendous, because any nice moment would be immediately overshadowed by a cloud of gloom and a river of tears, for which there was no good reason. And by badmouthing him to not only her friends but HIS friends, she’s only bringing some SERIOUS, ACTUAL pain down on herself-a refreshing change of pace from a confounding 2 years and however many number of months. Sure she can’t control what her friends do, but she did control WHAT THE FUCK SHE THOUGHT, SO SHE SHOULD STOP WASTING HER FRIEND’S TIME TIME AND HER OWN TIME BY YAPPING ABOUT WHAT SHE CAN’T CONTROL. IT TRULY NEEDS TO BE GOTTEN OVER.
Graduate school?! Jesus Christ almighty she’s really graduated to the third grade in most respects. Congratulations go out to her.
Has he ever spoken a word, negative or otherwise, about her family? Sure, she has the right to say whatever she wants about his family… but she’s got no fucking business badmouthing them. What a classless move. Absolutely classless.
I wish the other half the best of luck. He’s certainly going to need it.