Friday, May 31, 2013

Requiem

At the cost of sounding a wee bit even more dramatic than usual... The deed is done. The ship sunk, goodbye my baby doll and what have you. He did it again and as promised I am not taking SHIT from someone who proclaims that he loves me. I will not be a prisoner to wanting to NOT be single. When he was good and treated me well things were fine, but I will not be messed with.
What happened I hear you say? He disappeared again for two days and after copious messages I not only got accused of selfishness, but also of not caring about what happens to him. After a torrent of abuse (directed towards me btw) turns out he had been in some sort of Rta and had made some mistakes at work. All he had to do was say he had had a rough few days, but no...it was effing this and effing that.

Meh, a week later his mother asks me what's up... And I tell her that her son speaks to me in a way I can't repeat in public. She tells me to calm down in essence and be patient with him. 

I know full well I will never go back to him.  Funny thing is everyone assumes I was over reacting. Even my mother and best friends... Once they read the messages he sent me, words like 'sociopath' and 'anger issues', 'deep seated insecurity' and 'immaturity' get thrown about.

Vodka, icecream, chocolate, prayer and lots of psychological thrillers later. I am fine, actually lost some weight, woop! And the idiot knows he can't call me.