It's truly over (Or: Yes, I AM the one who is the schizophrenic psycho)
Well, I'm supposedly getting my shoes back. Here's the lovely e-mail:
(Edit, 3/21, 4:35am: Deleted the e-mail, not for the sake of protecting his privacy, which I don't give a crap about, but for the sake of my healing. It hurts to read it, even pasted in my LJ.)So naturally I texted him, telling him that I wouldn't have to be a psychotic bitch ( Read more... )
(Edit, 3/21, 4:35am: Deleted the e-mail, not for the sake of protecting his privacy, which I don't give a crap about, but for the sake of my healing. It hurts to read it, even pasted in my LJ.)So naturally I texted him, telling him that I wouldn't have to be a psychotic bitch ( Read more... )
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But it's a blessing in disguise. Now you can move on with your life... and with your shoes! ;)
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But it still hurts. :`( To think that I once thought he had a pure heart...and that we would be married someday.
I do suppose that it's better to have found out he was little more than a spineless coward before there was a ring on my finger. But right now, that doesn't lessen the pain any. Even if I do have my Baby Phat gold sandals back...which frankly, I care a lot more about than him.
Edit, 9:20pm: Just checked the boxes he sent previously...he did send back the Baby Phat gold sandals. He still has my Betsey Johnson copper glitter sandals, however, and those weren't cheap either. I think he still has my Betsey Johnson olive green dress too...both never worn. Fucker.
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