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You know, you're hilarious.
I dated a woman like that for a while, a few months. Thinking, nah, can't keep it up, surely she'll give up when she realizes that she can't control me or hurt me.
Nope. Turns out her dad was psycho verbally abusive and her mom was manipulative and a liar, she got the best of both. It did not improve with time.
Long story short, this is the mostly accurate dialogue of our breakup. (I didn't record it or anything, but had to recount it to so many people that day that it's an almost word for word memory, it caused that many delays, and one hospital trip.)
Me: "Alright, well, I'm heading home now, it's time for dinner. See you." Her: "You always leave when things get tough." (Note, we had been quietly listening to music together for the previous 30 minutes, making jokes, and laughing.) Me: "What? I'm going to make dinner, ciao for now." *goes and puts shoes on* Her: "You don't want to see me, FINE." (Note: I'd been there for 6 hours.) Me: "... It's not that, I've been here for hours and now it's time for me to go home, I told you this when I got here. Anyways, goodnight." *Opens door and heads out.* Her: "You're just trying to have the last word! You always start fights right before you go!" Me: "... Got to be kidding me... We'll talk after dinner, I've made a promise." Her: "What happened to that watch I gave you?" Me: "What? It broke when we were hiking, you were there and laughed because I fell on it, remember? Anyways..." Her: "F*** you! You probably pawned it you piece of S***!" Me: "No, and this is off-topic and delaying me, I promised I'd be there. Like I do for you too, I keep my promises, bye." *I head out the door*
At this point. I s*** you not, she goes into her kitchen and comes out, then THROWS A TOASTER AT ME.
After I stop swearing and get back up on my feet, I told her in not so politically correct terms "F*** I'm bleeding. We're over, completely, have a good life. Oh, and F*** you very much for the toaster! (I take it with me.) *mumbling* F***ing B****. Her: "Yeah!? Well I was gonna break up with you ANYWAYS!!"
Hence the rest of my day being held up while my eyebrow was stitched up. |
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