Because you, and scott evil and jayjay and Hastur and gobear and Esprix and many others have said as much. If you find it so annoying, you’re not going to win points by being a hypocrite.
My apologies tramp. I’ll stay out this hijack henceforth.
tramp, I really do hope you do exactly what you said you were going to do…dump him on his sorry ass.
But I’d go just one better:
Wake his goddamn ass up by tossing a pitcher of ice water on his head and haul him to the door. Throw shoes and clothes behind him, and shut the door. He can go sleep in his car just as well as he can in your bed.
And Anthracite’s totally correct. Things like this do get much worse before they get better. This bud needs nipping now.
Oh yeah I’m feeling the love.
And he’s gone. Just a lone pair of boxer briefs are the last remnant of this love gone bad.
I feel bad about wasting so much time with him. But I can’t feel bad right now because there are two great guys waiting in the kitchen for me. Ben AND Jerry. And a pint of One Sweet Whirled. Whoooooooo baby it is gonna be a great night!!!
Yes. Ice cream. Ice cream is key.
(Even really bad ice cream works, which my pocketbook thanks me for. And cottage cheese. Though not at the same time.)
Anyway, sorry for the hijack, folks. It was immature of me. But Euty’s line was just too high on the irony scale to pass up. 
Good for you!
and have a wonderful evening with the fellows! 
So nice to read about a chick DUMPING the loser for a change, instead of whining about how she LOOOOVES him, and how do I get him to treat me right?
You go girl! That backbone is what some decent guy will admire in you. In the meantime, yeah, B&J will never let you down.
If you’re feeling especially devilish tramp, keep those boxers.
Find someone who is well versed in Voodoo.
With a very personal effect like that, you could be very…very…nasty.
Just a thought 
Good luck, and enjoy your ice cream!
Sanscour
Nah, burn the boxer briefs. They go up pretty well, but careful of the elastic in the waistband.
Trite as it sounds, burning the remnants of a relationship gone awry is actually somewhat theraputic – if only because you’re laughing at how silly it is.
Just make sure you burn them in a designated fire pit. With water on hand. Before leaving make sure the coals are cool to the touch.
Well done.
And Ben & Jerry are a fine choice.
What, no juicy details about how it went down?
I’m proud of you for kicking him out.
You know, Tramp, at times like this it can often be a help to turn to the wisdom of the ancients. Their words of comfort can be cheering and let us know that others before us have faced, and overcome, similar challenges.
Tramp - you go girl!
(And scott, that was totally uncalled for, IMHO. Really. Tacky. 
)
Esprix
Truth Seeker,
Please don’t include links that result in files automatically being downloaded. I thought when I clicked on your link I was going to get an old thread on the subject.
Thanks,
CJ
Tramp, I’m so proud of you! Now kick ass in law school, make millions, write best-selling books, get named to the Supreme Court. Living well is the best revenge.
P.S. I second Opal Cat. Details, details!
cj: Do you know that there’s a status bar in the bottom of your browser? Hover the cursor over the link and you can see where it goes.
Details, details.
Well he woke up and I told him to get out. He said no. I said now. I told him that when he was ready to behave like a man and not an 8 year old he was welcome to call me. He called this morning but I deemed him not yet grown up. We’ll see how it goes.
Such is life.
Apologies, cj and to anyone else who’s upset. However, the link didn’t download a file, it played a real audio file. AFAIK, there are far fewer securities issues with real audio (which, I don’t believe, generally even saves itself in the cache) than with animated gifs, java, etc., which are downloaded files that are saved on your computer but which are common features of ordinary webpages.
Tramp
What you got there is a young lout. As a mature lout, I recognize the syndrome. We can’t help it, its the testosterone poisoning.
Louts, like all forms of semi-concious life, will respond to behavior modification, if it is presented as a firm, and most importantly, clear, system of rewards and punishments. Its what keeps florists in business. Myself, I am quite sure I never would have seen Thelma and Louise had I not screwed up.
Your best source of advice in this regard would be a woman who has raised 3 or more boys. She knows.
She might ask what the heck you said to him at 4 am that led him to believe that he should drive for 4 hours to be by your side. Was he operating in “Hooo, boy, I done screwed up but good! Best get there toot sweet and take my medicine. Maybe a couple of chick-flicks, a back rub and a long talk about The Relationship will get my shoes back under her bed.”
Yes, we think like that. We’re louts. Mixed signals will confuse a lout, its like punishing a puppy for his failure to do arithmetic. Of course, we don’t understand you. You are sublime, complex, and intricate in your emotional depth. We’re louts. We don’t begin to understand.
Louts need love, too. We just don’t know it.
Oh, by the way. Boxers? All real men wear tighty-whities, it holds our Sacred Assets more closely, more securely. A very young man who wears boxers has become his Dad prematurely. Beware!
Boxer BRIEFS, elucidator. The snugness of the tighty-whities, yet the sleek stylings of the boxers. The choice for the new generation.