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Aug 9, 2007 - 09:19 AM |
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About handling my ex: the history |
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About a month and a half before I came to Japan, I broke up with the girl that I was going with for little more than a year. It was something that I had seen coming for long, but being the spineless coward that I am in my weaker moments, I kept putting it off, but when there were 8000 kilometers between us, it got a lot easier! Short version of why we broke up, she was getting completely and over the top obsessed with everything that I did. If I didn't appear on MSN on the time that we agreed on, I would get a hysteric phone call, and the thing that finally put me over the edge was when she started accusing me of cheating on her with a girl that I only met a few days before (even I'm not that much of a scumbag).
After taking advice from some people here, we thought of the simply brilliant idea of me proposing a break (you know, the whole cliche thing Ross and Rachel did), After sobbing, accusing me of god knows what and other crap, she reluctantly agreed. This was basically the ideal situtation for the both of us, I would finally get some rest, and she would have the time to get use to being apart, because that would be inevitable, I never really believed in all that crap about giving it another shot in a couple of months.
So, when I went home for Christmas, she called me and asked what I wanted, and I quite boldly told her that I wanted to end it. As expected, more tears, accusations, insults, yada yada. Then something rather unexpected happened, I fell sorry for her. I am not a person who is bothered by a conscience, and I never feel sorry about any of my decisions, but for some reason this kept bugging me. So I called her to apologize, and she invited me to her house to talk.
She started with the tears yet again, talking about all the good times we had, and to my relief, the scumbag in me won again, and my conscious had disappeard as it was supposed to do. I decided to play along, hoping to get a quick shag of it, and nowing how mentally unstable she can be, it worked. She was happy and all, and I started to fear that it would backfire to me, but three days later, just before I went back to Japan, she called me, as she had done way too many times before, and I finally picked up, figuring that I could at least put her down gently. Unfortunately, subtlety is not my strongest point, and the second break up (at least for in her opinion, I just thought that a final shag was closure) went pretty bad. I told her that it would be best if we just stopped all contact, but of course she couldn't agree with that, but she didn't rely have a choice in the matter, me being the selfish bastard that everybody loves. However, for some reason that I don't really understand myself, I didn't block her on MSN, which would turn out to become the source of a lot of entertainment later on.
Next update: a new contact
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