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We aren’t warring species battling to seize territory from each other, we’re just people trying to make the world a little warmer by understanding, mutual comfort and caring.
Hmm. I was was with a woman once. I worked hard supporting us for two years in a job I hated while she stayed in our little apartment and smoked pot, watched tv and then hooked up with a dude to play tennis with and humped him.
But the real indication of her “undertanding, mutual comfort and caring” was shown when I became sick as a dog (with the flu) and asked her if she’d mind going to the frig and getting me a glass of orange juice. She balked until I pleaded some, then she stormed out and brought me the juice in anger, not love.
We lived in a crummy apartment and I asked her if she’d get a job so we could afford to move. She kept saying her body was full of arthritise (sp?) and that I was cruel to ask her to go to work. (I asked her how she was able to play tennnis if she was hurting so much, and her answer was that she could because she reached way inside herself to tolerate it … with the intent to heal her self.) Then finally she agred to get a job by a certain date, then, that date came and she came to where I worked and handed me an evelope and ran off.
I read the letter inside and learned that I had “tortured” her for two years, that she was a “gifted artist” and that I was an SOB for trying to prevent her from allowing the world to know the glory of her work … and so on and so on.
She told (in the letter) that may things were in a locker at the Greyhound bus station. So I took the key (that was in the evelope) and got my stuff, a couple of pairs of pants, socks and a couple of shirts.
I then walked back to the place I’d been paying for her (which was in her name) and knocked on the door … and she proceeded to lay into me for torturing her and keeping her from her art (she couldn’t paint worth a shit, BTW) and so I asked her why she gets all the few possessions and I get nothing. This question caused her to boil in anger and she layed the torture crap on me some more
saying that the hell I put her through justified her getting it all.
During the whole time we were together she did buy a typewriter for “us” with some money from a bogus legal scham she’d won from her employer befor she met me. (MY money went to the processing fee, $300.) And so, when I asked “Can’t I at least have my typewriter?” She blew a fuse and screamed “THAT MY TYPEWRITER I BOUGHT WITH MY SETTLEMENT MONEY!”
The next day I went to the bank to withdraw half the money my parents sent us for having gotten married, and the banker told me that the account had ben closed – the pig had cleaned it all out!
Yeah, sure; there’s no place for Tom Leykis in this world.