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I guess it’s over then. I hadn’t heard from him for a couple of days. The last thing he said to me was: “I hate fighting too. Two strong characters If it was easy, it would be boring. We are both on the same page, trust me. You’re my future” I didn’t respond and that was two days ago. This morning I woke up with the right hump again, and decided to ask him if he wanted me to post his charger back or if he had already gotten a…
Read MoreJock drove to mine. He dumped my stuff on my front doorstep. He ripped the bag containing a few of his things out of my hands and then he drove off without even so much as a backwards glance. It was brutal. As I shut the door after him, tears streamed down my face. I walked to my room, closed my door and fell to my knees. For about fifteen solid minutes I sat there, hugging my own legs, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. The way he did that really,…
Read MoreMy head is a fucking mess. Like an actual fucking mess. A disaster zone. I should probably fill you in on what is happening really. So… we had the breakdown of my relationship with my Beautiful Tattooed Jock. The last post I put up should have been published last night but I didn’t because I was too busy taking care of a 9-week old kitten that had been abandoned by her owner. And crying my heart out. The night before, Saturday night, I saw My Mr. Grey. He did come…
Read MoreSo, we’ve been talking for a couple of days and I finally agreed to let Jock come over Friday night to talk about things and see if there was any way that the last year and a half could be salvaged and not turn into a total waste of my time. It turns out, there’s no way. It was just a waste of my time. Lol! I expected something special when he arrived especially seeing as he kinda admitted that he was partly to blame for the falling-apart of what…
Read MoreHe put this picture up on Facebook: Why? Why did he put that up? I knew I should have just un-friended him. I blocked him on a couple of messaging platforms but he hadn’t yet contacted me via Facebook so I hadn’t gotten rid of him on there as well. I’m the worst drama queen when it comes to relationships. I need to do the complete removal from my life – get rid of the phone number, remove him on social networking platforms, block him from my mind and my…
Read MoreWeird things are happening and I don’t like it at all. I want my Jock back. My Beautiful Tattooed Jock. I need him back. I want my silverback gorilla! 🙁 Geek Boy… Well. I’m not really sure where to start. Things started to get very hot despite the fact I was trying to make the conversation somewhat platonic as I’m still mourning for my last relationship. He sent me a penis picture. In fact, he’s now sent me two penis pictures. Holy fucking shit. He’s the biggest thing I’ve ever…
Read MoreI’m in the strangest place right now. I’m blaming the weather. It’s been non-stop rain for days and it’s really getting me down. Plus it’s getting so dark so early and I hate it. Where did my summer go? I think Jock was off today. He was on Facebook chat for almost the whole day and I kinda hoped he would message me. I even put a status up about not leaving the house for the whole day… A kinda funny pun but one that would alert him to my…
Read MoreI was furious when I woke up this morning. I was furious because I finally gave in and text my Beautiful Tattooed Jock yesterday and he ignored me. A bunch of his Xmas presents had arrived because this year, I was determined to be on the ball, and I figured I may as well still give them to him so I asked for his address. He moaned about work and I realised I didn’t have to listen to his shit anymore. “Change jobs then. Your couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude destroyed our relationship.…
Read MoreI miss him. I miss him so much. I hate this. This was not how this was meant to go down. He was meant to have given me the big, grand romantic gesture that showed me he was serious about our future together. He was meant to have turned up and promised me bigger and better things. Even if he had no intentions of delivering them, he should have still promised them. Isn’t that the point of break-ups? Was it really so bad that he consider this to be a…
Read MoreI grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. We didn’t even say goodbye to the coworkers we were partying the night away with. They probably knew where we were going and what we were about to do anyway. How could they not? It’s not like it hadn’t been obvious for most of the night … and for the almost-three years we’d known each other. It was only a short distance to my house from the club, perhaps about ten minutes or so, but that’s all the time…
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