Category: Brown Eyes

I read somewhere that you learn something from every person who comes into your life and then leaves. I guess that’s what life is all about really, a learning curve. Making mistakes, trying to learn from them, moving on and becoming older, wiser, smarter. I’ve been thinking about the decisions I’ve made in my life and whether or not I’ve learned from them. Whether I’ve learned anything at all from the men I’ve dated, loved, and split from. Ten days later, ten days without ANY communication from Brown Eyes, I…

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The back-story: Day Seven He’s not looking for me. He’s not in love with me. He’s in love with the idea of me, of a little girl who’ll do as she’s told, suck his dick, and look cute in public. I thought he was a little Dom-ish for a while. I think maybe he’s just a 42 year old man-brat. He doesn’t want to dominate, he wants control, total control, using whatever means necessary. Either way, I’m not the plaything he’s looking for. He said I was, but I wasn’t.…

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On day seven, I woke up and knew something was wrong right away. I had no morning text message from Brown Eyes. He’s always up and awake long before me in the morning so it was unusual for me to wake up and not be greeted by a text. It’s usually the sign of a bad day for him, I’ve learned to recognise that now. He’d been a little funny with me the night before, seemingly short with no X’s and O’s at the end of his messages. That was…

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I need to tell you a secret. In fact, I need to tell you a whole bunch of secrets. I’ve been lying. Well … Not really lying. More omitting the truth. Either way, I need to tell you some stuff. He kept telling me he was sorry, endless voicemails and emails because he was blocked everywhere else. There was a rose, a beautiful, colourful one because I was a beautiful, colorful girl. And there was the note that came with it, that beautiful note that told me he was going…

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I wrote this weeks ago but I’m super behind with my blogging because, unlike my social life, my career is going great which just goes to prove that when one area of your life goes brilliantly, the rest falls spectacularly to pieces. I read it. Them. The three emails. I managed to keep my cool for about half an hour and then I lost my shit. I wrote out a nasty, spiteful email in return, with the full intention of sending it to him but I won’t. I’ll just keep…

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I’m so behind on my blogging. Breaking up really takes up a lot of your time apparently. Catching up slowly… Written on Friday 6th May: When I woke up this morning, I had one more voicemail and three emails. He’s really working his way around the various communication methods here, isn’t he? After my last DO NOT text and DO NOT call message, it would appear he still hasn’t got the hint which is a shame because I’m still REALLY angry. (Previous Post: Thursday) It was his last email that…

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Written on Thursday 5th as the name suggests. I’m just super behind with the whole posting business because of sickness / hair dyeing / general fabulousness.  Do you ever angrily write half a blog post and then realise it’s pointless, has no point and you don’t even know where it’s going? That’s what keeps happening the last few days. I keep half-writing angry blog posts about the fucking douchebag who broke my heart, but halfway through I realise it’s pointless. He changes his mind so often, by the time I’ve…

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This was written Wednesday morning. I’m all behind. My bad.  Guess what I did? In fact, I’ll save you the trouble of guessing. I text Brown Eyes. Wait, wait, don’t lose your shit yet. I should explain this morning’s back-story first for those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter, which you should do obviously. My love life is always wonderfully entertaining… For everyone else. Groan. He messaged me this morning: Right-o. No mention of the breakup, why we broke up, no sorry, no nothing. And what makes it…

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I’m pretty sure I just got dumped. I say I’m pretty sure, the Facebook unfriend and Whatsapp blocking gave the game away and just in case that wasn’t quite enough, he blocked my number for calls and texts too. Oh and Instagram. I’ve checked. I’m not really sure what happened. We didn’t fight, Brown Eyes and I, we weren’t even having a chat at the time. I just noticed the “online x minutes ago” had disappeared from his name on my open Facebook tab and when I clicked to investigate…

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