The break up.
The breakup?
She called me wasted with dudes partying in the background.
Text messaged me an appology.
Then another one in the morning.
When it was appropriate I brought it up, in a calm adult rational manner.
Leadership selling style, all I did was ask questions.
She didn’t remember sending the first text message, which means she was blacked out drunk.
With a bunch of dudes.
Which is fine….well it’s not fine, but I wanted to have a conversation about it.
She didn’t want to talk about it.
she gave me the silent treatment.
That’s it.
She wasn’t someone I was going to fall in love with
She wasn’t someone I moved everything around to be with
She wasn’t that someone. It was nice, but it wasn’t going any where.
and maybe I’m not capable of that any more…..
maybe it’s been so long that the next great love of my life won’t be a blinding kick in the ribs
it will be slow
like easing into a cool comfortable pool on a hot day.
Any maybe that’s what this might have been,
but not if we can’t talk about problems
not if I am dealing with the silent treatment when I have not raised my voice or been condecending
and I doubt that it would have been any thing like a a refreshing dip, no matter how long it went on.
All that took about a half second to play out in my mind,
The next half second was a mix of hunger and the thought that she’s still out there and the one next to me is wasting my time, but mostly hunger.
Then I said it….I asked a question then said it.
"So we’re not going to talk this out?" calm, rational, almost understanding
long pause
"then get your shit and get the fuck out of my house"
and she did. She stood up and gathered her few belongings and left with a little smile on her face.
Fantastic
closure the whole nine yards.
She attempted contact again a week later via text message
I ignored it untill I realized she still had my books I lent her
she returned them……!
and once and a while I still think about her
Like today
she loved Tinker bell
and on the side of the road
on my way out of Laredo
there was a five foot tall pinyata of tinkerbell
and I thought of her
Then I thought of how disturbing it would be to kick the hell out of a five foot tall tinkerbell and have her open up and spill candy out.
Little kids crying
and stuffing candy into their mouths
and crying harder
It made me smile for like an hour.
OMG, the sentence before you kicking her out was even better! I could almost play that out in my head. I laughed a little. Ok…a lot. Im sorry, its just so awesome. At least she returned your stuff, in decent condition. That proves she didnt really give a hoot. Have a nice day, dude.
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what an idiot. good riddance. and lol I agree with the noter above me. if she didn’t destroy an item of yours, at least one, upon returning it, then she wasn’t worth it. I mean, c’mon! that’s what great, strong, passionate, emotional girls do! (forgive the repetitive adjectives. it’s like, 7:32 AM here.) strong, or neurotic, however you look at it, but really, if something’s not ripped apart with
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her bare hands then…pfft. for some reason I didn’t like her anyways. I remember her picture as being off, or weird, or annoying, maybe? but good for you for taking decisive action! yayyyy. your tinkerbell violence imagery kind of scares me though. but the funny kind of scary.
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you didn’t get to where you are today, scraping through to be substance free, slogging it through university, getting a job that you are damned good at, where people like you to have someone bring you undone. You deserve someone that respects that about you. BTW I like the way you go from zero dispassionate calm to ‘well get your stuff and get the f*&K out my house in a nano-second. Resolute. I like that.
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rock on. ian: 1 slutty ex-girlfriend: 0
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Well done. Bullshit texting while drunk is ridiculous, but unacceptable if they’re not gonna face it like an adult afterwards. I love candy.
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i miss you too! one time my aunt made made me redecorate a pinata of the hulk because she thought it would scare my little cousins- this is horrible because a. its the hulk- enough said and B. the kids would be beating the hell out of the thing with a big stick!
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You should have stuck around for another 5 or 6 years so it could have ended violently. Sean P.S. Apparently they deleted my diary. /shrug P.S.S. The line about it ending violently is not an original thought of mine. I must give credit where credit is due and in this case that would be Dane Cook, God bless his soul.
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it lives! and is still funny, i see. p.s. girls who like tinkerbelle a lot after their like…15th birthday generally tend to be nasty slutty types (and strikingly childish, but not in the cute way). so hurrah for you. silly girls.
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