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| quote: | Originally posted by jdat
Good thing he got you a nice gift because G_d forbid he had gotten you a crappy gift like a fridge magnet with your name on it that would have made you really pissed off!
Maybe you don't like diamonds but either way you sound totally ungrateful
And Angie if you don't wear it just pawn that shizzle off. |
Meh, it's hard to be grateful to someone after they treated you like shit and completely broke your heart.
My break up story? (VERY LONG)
April 26th was our 3 year anniversary. We had made plans to go out for dinner or whatever to be together. Things had been pretty rocky... correction, REALLY rocky. He had been intermittently going missing, lying to me, doing a lot of drugs, hanging with a sketchy crowd.
2 weekends prior, he had gone out and did a shit load of shrooms, imagined he was walking into a teleportation device, and instead, went flying down a flight of stairs, and broke his arm. He came into my work that day, and when I saw a cast on his arm, I freaked. He told me that he "fell of the truck". He only later finally confessed to me what happened, and you can bet your ass I was pissed off.
Anyway, so he calls me on our anniversary, and he leaves a message to the effect of "Hey, something came up and I can't see you tonight. Hopefully you can get a shift at work or something. Talk to you later."
He doesn't explain what's going on or anything, no "I love you", no "Happy Anniversary"... nothing. I call back and say "Hey hun, yea, I can get a shift at work. Hope everything is ok! Call me when you can. Happy Anniversary, I love you!"
So I work my shift, come home... no phone call.
The 27th goes by... no phone call.
The 28th goes by... no phone call.
Now here's the thing. When someone ditches me, and they are supposed to call me back, or get in touch with me, I expect them to, and I am not going to go chasing after them and calling them to talk to me. So I was being stubborn, and expecting him to call. Not to mention, shit had been going south between us for months, and he knew he was walking on thin ice with me. I was reaching my breaking point with all the bullshit I was dealing with.
The 29th of April... my birthday.
So, he HAS to call me, right? I mean... it's his girlfriend of 3 years' birthday. So, I go out to a girlfriends house, we are hanging out, and I am checking my phone incessantly to see if he has called. 5PM... nothing. That's ok, he still has time. 7PM... nothing. 10PM - nothing.
By 10:30 I decided time was up. He should have fucking called me 3 days ago, not after 10:30 on my BIRTHDAY! So I call his house. No answer.... well that's weird. He lives with his parents, and usually they are home. Why aren't they picking up? I call his cell; no answer. I call his friend... they have no idea where he is. I call his house and cell again... nothing.
WTF?!?!
So this is where the crazy worrying comes in. Here I am thinking, on my birthday, that I am the biggest bitch of a girlfriend on the entire planet because I am all pissed off at him, and meanwhile, he is probably dead in a ditch somewhere... or maybe his mom is in the hospital.. or who the fuck knows.
I spent THE ENTIRE night not sleeping... just checking my phone constantly, and calling his cell every 15 mins. Nothing. I bawled my eyes out, more worried than I have ever been in my life, almost to the point of making myself sick.
7:30 the next morning, no sleep, no call, I call his house. His mom picks up. "Is Kyle there?" "Yea, he's downstairs getting ready for work" "Can I speak to him please?"
He picks up... "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! ARE YOU OK??! WTF IS GOING ON?!?! We SERIOUSLY need to talk".
"I'm leaving for work now... can I call you after work?"
What a fucking douche.
I made him promise me that he would call me, and then hung up. At this point, I was so tired that I couldn't be angry, but you can bet your ass that it was festering hardcore.
I slept the entire day, and woke up later that evening. I was going out with some friends since they were taking me out for my birthday. He calls me around 7 and tells me that he "can't talk right now..." as he was on his way to a poker game. I told him that I needed to talk to him immediately, that we needed to figure shit out. Can't the poker game wait? He said he would call me later, and I told him not to bother. I was going out with my friends, and I didn't want to have him pissing me off.
So I go out, and I get hammered. I am drinking away my anger and sorrows, when suddenly, I get a call from his number. I pick it up and hear "hey, do you want to come over and fuck me tonight?" I know it isn't Kyle, so I ask "who the fuck is this?" They hang up. This repeats about 10 times, and then suddenly, I snap.
In the middle of the bar, I pick up my phone and I yell on the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE STOP FUCKING CALLING ME!!"
Everyone looked at me. I was so angry... and trying so hard not to cry. I drink more.
A half hour later I get a call again from his number. It's him. I am loaded. He tells me his friends got his phone and were just fucking with me. I tell him to tell them to drown themselves. He lets me know that he's down the street, and asks to meet me. He's drunk too.
I walk down King street trashed.. alone. I leave all of my friends - they have no idea where I went. It's raining.
He comes out of the bar, and we walk into an alley. I start crying. "Where have you been. Why didn't you call? Are you cheating on me? What is going on?!" His answers? "I don't know."
His cast is getting wet, so we wave down a cab, and go back to his place. We pass out.
I am moving the next day, so I ask him to drive me to a girlfriends house who is helping me move. I am hungover, I feel like shit.
We stop down the street of her house, and I finally made him talk. He tells me that he "can't take care of himself right now, how can I expect him to maintain a relationship?"
So I tell him... "until you are willing to put 100% into this, I don't want to be with you".
As I go to leave the car, he hugs me and tells me he loves me.
I moved all of my shit that day. That day sucked so hard!
A few weeks later, I found out he had been dating someone else for two months while he was still with me.
He never did say happy birthday.
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