Case of The Ex/Toilet Drama
First things first, I must tell you about my unexpected encounter with my ex yesterday. Now I can say hand on heart that I didn't feel anything. Nothing good, nothing bad, just a sense of calm. You know when you imagine something happening and you think you'll sh*t a brick in fear? Well, I was way off track in my imaginings, not that I had many of them!
The one thing that stood out is that he was really nice to me. I almost thought he was pleased to see me as he seemed quite enthusiastic. Some men can be quite 'showy' though, and he had a couple of my friends in the vicinity who he probably didn't want to look like a prick in front of!
One of my friends knows him quite well, and the other lives in his apartment building, where I used to live. The one that knows him quite well decided to pay him a visit when we went to collect the other friend. I stayed inside my friends place as despite my various cock ups, I try to avoid embarrassment, I swear! Anyway he insisted on her getting me to come out and say hello, so I went out and gave him a hug and a kiss and made chit chat for a few minutes. When we were interrupted by my waiting friends, I quickly said goodbye, and walked off without a backward glance. And it felt good. Real good!
Breaking up with someone is never easy and walking away from my relationship with my ex, who I was also engaged to was very painful and difficult. My whole life just changed so dramatically and it took months for things to settle down. The strange thing was that I never thought, 'Sh*t! I made a mistake. I should have stayed!'. I always felt that I had made the right decision for the time and the circumstances.
He was very hurt and his pride took a serious dent when I walked away from him, but I always wonder why a man expects you to stick around when he's not treating you the best and doesn't have the balls to finish it? I think a man's pride struggles with a woman finishing it with him, even though it's what he wanted. That's why I asked before why men can't finish relationships? It's because they're afraid of confrontation and emotional discussions, so they treat the woman badly so that she takes the hint and tells him to p*ss off anyway. Then his pride takes a dent because she's done exactly what he intended for her to do in the first place!
Anyway today has been the usual Monday of the hours dragging by and the guys in the office annoying the sh*t out of me. Admittedly I wore a shirt which whilst it used to look a little bit busty, it was only about half way through the day when I realised that I was looking extra-busty and drawing some unwanted attention from the pigs I work with. I can't wait to get the bloody thing off me now, but it's this over-the-head shirt with a zip down the side, and my 'slightly' bigger bust is making putting this shirt on and taking it off, into a game of acrobatics.
Oh and I broke the bloody flush handle on the toilet last night. I swear all I did was try to flush in a non-heavy-handed manner, and the stupid thing broke off. I managed to use the handle to flush (don't ask me how) and then tried to see if I could somehow fix it, and promptly dropped it in the toilet! I had to put my bare hand in the wretched toilet because I panicked! How rank is that! I scrubbed my hands but they still reeked of bleach all night and I think I woke myself up a few times with the smell. Ugh! How embarrassed was I when I explained myself to the landlord today? Oh dear.......
The one thing that stood out is that he was really nice to me. I almost thought he was pleased to see me as he seemed quite enthusiastic. Some men can be quite 'showy' though, and he had a couple of my friends in the vicinity who he probably didn't want to look like a prick in front of!
One of my friends knows him quite well, and the other lives in his apartment building, where I used to live. The one that knows him quite well decided to pay him a visit when we went to collect the other friend. I stayed inside my friends place as despite my various cock ups, I try to avoid embarrassment, I swear! Anyway he insisted on her getting me to come out and say hello, so I went out and gave him a hug and a kiss and made chit chat for a few minutes. When we were interrupted by my waiting friends, I quickly said goodbye, and walked off without a backward glance. And it felt good. Real good!
Breaking up with someone is never easy and walking away from my relationship with my ex, who I was also engaged to was very painful and difficult. My whole life just changed so dramatically and it took months for things to settle down. The strange thing was that I never thought, 'Sh*t! I made a mistake. I should have stayed!'. I always felt that I had made the right decision for the time and the circumstances.
He was very hurt and his pride took a serious dent when I walked away from him, but I always wonder why a man expects you to stick around when he's not treating you the best and doesn't have the balls to finish it? I think a man's pride struggles with a woman finishing it with him, even though it's what he wanted. That's why I asked before why men can't finish relationships? It's because they're afraid of confrontation and emotional discussions, so they treat the woman badly so that she takes the hint and tells him to p*ss off anyway. Then his pride takes a dent because she's done exactly what he intended for her to do in the first place!
Anyway today has been the usual Monday of the hours dragging by and the guys in the office annoying the sh*t out of me. Admittedly I wore a shirt which whilst it used to look a little bit busty, it was only about half way through the day when I realised that I was looking extra-busty and drawing some unwanted attention from the pigs I work with. I can't wait to get the bloody thing off me now, but it's this over-the-head shirt with a zip down the side, and my 'slightly' bigger bust is making putting this shirt on and taking it off, into a game of acrobatics.
Oh and I broke the bloody flush handle on the toilet last night. I swear all I did was try to flush in a non-heavy-handed manner, and the stupid thing broke off. I managed to use the handle to flush (don't ask me how) and then tried to see if I could somehow fix it, and promptly dropped it in the toilet! I had to put my bare hand in the wretched toilet because I panicked! How rank is that! I scrubbed my hands but they still reeked of bleach all night and I think I woke myself up a few times with the smell. Ugh! How embarrassed was I when I explained myself to the landlord today? Oh dear.......
1 Comments:
Oh! I am so impressed with you to read this! Way to go! I wish I could take you with me and put you in my pocket for emergency situations just like this! Running into the ex is always hard, and you handled this beautifully! I would have messed it up by gushing some confession or started crying or something.
You are so right about a man's ego getting all bent out of shape when you do what they wanted you to do in the first place (ie, break up with them because they treat you like crap--it was their friggin' idea!) Talk about self-destructive behavior! Just goes to show you men do not understand anything when it comes to affairs of the heart. Wait, why do we date them again?
Too funny about the toilet flusher! I had to retrieve my face cream out of the toilet the other day! Dang! Thank goodness for anti-bacterial wipes and hot water/soap!
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