After I told all you folks that I was completely done with Alaska and never ever in a million years going to take him back,
I took him back.
I was so ashamed that I couldn’t write about it.
Just like all those other times before I stopped writing because of him.
Because I didn’t want to hear your objections.
Because you were right.
And at the end end of it all, I ultimately broke.
All I ever do is quit.
When I get frustrated, I quit.
When the choices get too hard, I quit.
Quitting is my go-to.
I run away from relationships, friendships, even strangers.
But I guess it’s not always bad.
I quit smoking
I quit drinking soda
I quit my “almost relationship”
I still need to quit my drinking
Living in the past, fearing change, trying to please everyone, overthinking…
And probably a million other things…
Wednesday’s Daily Prompt: Quit
1. You can’t handle me, because
2. You have TWO *little* kids, who
3. Need you to be their Daddy, because
4. They don’t really have a Mommy
I actually need a Daddy, too. And there is NO WAY I would ever want to interfere with you being YOUR CHILDREN’S Daddy. That is more important to me than myself.
As cool as you are, I have no desire at my age to wait 10 more years to see if what we have *might* work.
And I do not like children. Mine are even questionable at times, and they are grown.
Mid-December I broke up with Alaska via video:
It lasted all of 2 weeks
I took him back because he agreed with what I said
And told me he would start trying harder
If you were in a serous relationship with a guy for 16 months and just found out that he’s known he had another child since last Father’s Day, would it bother you? (she’s 14 – so he wasn’t cheating or anything)
If so, how would you handle it?
If not, why didn’t it bother you?
- He/She doesn’t show any interest in any of the things that interest you
- He/She doesn’t buy you gifts “just because”, or for holidays, or ever…
- He/She doesn’t take you anywhere and always says “No” when you ask them to do something with you (outside of the bedroom)
- He/She stops inviting you over to his/her house
- He/She forgets your birthday, even after being reminded it’s coming up
- He/She only hears what he/she wants you to want, not what you actually want
- He/She can only find 3-4 hours a week to spend time with you – sequestered alone in your bedroom, working at least 50% of the time and ‘letting’ you please him/her the rest of the time
Don’t find out the hard way 😦
This guy won’t let go, and the funniest thing about it is: he has already said “Good-bye” to me.
At the beginning of our conversations, he told me that instead of saying “Good-bye” when someone leaves or a talk ends, he always says “Peace” to them instead.
True to that, whenever we talked on the phone, he always ended our talks with “Peace”.
He explained to me that “Good-bye” was too final; that he only says “Good-bye” to people who have died, or he is severing his ties with them.
He said “Good-bye” to me when I ended things with him New Years Eve.
But then, after his “Good-bye“, he texted me some psycho-manipulative bullshit while I was on my skate trip to Houston.
At which point he told me he wouldn’t “bother” me again.
Yesterday while I was looking up some drug interactions, I inadvertently came across this video “section” of Web MD called Embarrassing Question… (scroll down a bit on the linked page and you will be able to see the vids). None of them would work on my computer but, lucky me, there are transcripts!
I really, really enjoyed this one…
Can I lose something in my vagina?
Even though I ended things with him, my Catfish reached out to me while I was on vacation in Houston with my Sk8 Crew.
This was our little chat.
“An email on your skates”… Huh?
“I won’t bug you anymore”…
I intentionally didn’t respond because I didn’t want to play along. I was on my fucking vacation hanging out with my friends!!
And I broke up with him!
It feels like manipulation to me, but he could just be lonely…
And I can be a bit of a hardass…
What do you think?
Back in January, I was contacted by a young man on FetLife.
I named him Rock Star.
He was 26.
(Read the entire story [here])
We agreed to meet one night at a rather busy bar, had a couple of drinks and got along very well.
So well that we had a “practice run” in the front seat of my “new” car (at the time), Lil Bear.
Then, the following weekend, during a legitimate hookup at a local Motel 6, he professed his undying love for some other woman he had never met…