Does anyone else really dislike using "I, Me, My" more than a handful of times? Not entirely sure if this post will make it to be published, my threshold for talkin about myself is fairly low.
Damn. Already irritating.
I knew he was leaving in ten months, and despite the fact that I really did love him... I still didn't care enough to have an argument or really what he was upto on his nights out with people he thought were fit. Apparently that can really do a number on a person, especially after you break up.
4 - Being constantly drunk
I can't even remember. That said, I do know that when inebriated I have an absolute inability to take anything seriously, my only motivation is to amuse myself, and there is no sexytime. On a list of things that men hate, they score pretty high I guess.
3 - Switching off my verbal filter
He wanted to know what I was thinking! Except once that floodgate opens its really hard for me to close it. For the next month and a half, everything that popped into my cranium came out the cakehole. If I had to describe what happened to his self esteem in terms of environmental disasters; it was not so much a tsunami or an earthquake, but a gradual and massive landslide caused by successive rainy seasons causing erosion at the bedrock level. Its okay though. I am like 90% certain that he hasn't killed himself, but I am not really sure because hes blocked and pre-blocked me on every social medium.
Is pre-blocking a real thing?
2 - Listening to his stupid friend
Instead of asking him about what was going on, I just allowed the bile to fill me up and destroyed my shot at being mrs-stupidly-rich-american. There really was no excuse for it.
1 - Telling him I loved someone else
I tried everything that week to get him to dump me, and none of it worked. None of what I said was true, of course, and as it turns out he more than got his own back by going through my phone and friends and deleting every singleton without a vagina. The reason (not that I'm condoning this kind of behavior at all) was because I had a habit of freaking out when guys got too close, and he got as close as anyone ever had/will get. In hindsight, that really should have been when we broke up.
URGH.
That was fairly therapeutic actually. Whats the worst thing you've done to people you've dated?
