I think most people say, “it just didn’t work out” because they don’t want to have to go into the sordid, gory details on how their relationships went awry.
I’ve only had a few serious relationships myself, and in all but one I was the dump-ee. In the one where I initiated the breakup it was abrupt and ugly. My girlfriend had become less affectionate, we weren’t having sex anymore, and she began to take advantage of me because I had money and transportation and she didn’t. The lazy bitch hardly ever worked, and whenever she wanted something or wanted to go someplace she called me up and asked me to take her there (and in many cases pay for what it was that she wanted). She began criticizing me for the stupidest things and we got into lots of shouting matches because of this. She was also appallingly dishonest and expected me to do the same. She got mad at me once because a store over-refunded me by five dollars and, being the honest guy that I am, I gave it back to them. She told me that I should have kept it and let the employee deal with the consequences and learn from his/her mistake. Okay, whatever. :rolleyes: I could go on with dozens more (and less mild) examples on how she turned my life into a living hell, but I know some people don’t like reading long posts here.
The final straw came when I was helping her move across town to a new apartment. It was late at night and one of the neighbors from the downstairs complained about the noise we were making, so I told her about this, hoping she’d take the hint that we should either be quiet, or come back and finish in the daytime when other people aren’t trying to sleep. Instead she snapped back and me and told me to go face up to the guy and tell him to back off. I told her I wasn’t going to do this and that we should respect his need for quiet. At this point she called me a wimp. I lost it and I screamed “F*CK YOU!!!” in her face and left her to finish moving her stuff into her apartment. I never did see her again. Why I didn’t break up with her months sooner than I did I’ll never know.
) so he wouldn’t have to be “alone.” He also seemed to have this glorified image of me in his head which actually had nothing to do with who I really am. So this was really the dealbreaker, more than anything else. I couldn’t shake that sense of being an object or symbol rather than a really real person to him. So after a while I decided my instincts were crying out for a reason.
