You Are Such a Coward. Kiss My Ass. (This is Long)

I can’t believe you dumped me online.

I’ve only seen you online in the past two months once-you despise wrestling with your modem, and so when you do check your mail, it’s few and far between.

So apparently you get on Instant Messenger for special occasions- such as dumping me the night of my birthday party.

Hm, ok, I understand, you cock-sucking coward. You couldn’t even write me a letter or give me a phone call? What the fuck is that? I thought this went out in seventh grade, asshole.

And then you say you’ve been feeling this way for a while. Hoping things would blow over, clear up. Well that’s grand. And I’m so glad that you decided to share your feelings with me, you little fucking hypocrite. Who was always bitching about honesty in a relationships? YOU. Who turned around and didn’t tell me a damn thing about your doubts? YOU.

You said that you didn’t think you would be able to sleep that night. When I asked you why, you replied that it wasn’t guilt, but that you’d be thinking about life.

Oh, isn’t that nice. Ponder the wonders of the universe in your little bed. May your jock-sized brain blow up and kill everyone in a 10 mile radius. You live just far enough away for me not to worry about that.

The best part was that I had gotten off the phone with you 15 minutes before, and you were fine, then. Bitching about being tired and trying to find a ride to work, but fine. You said you had fun at the party, but had been in a weird mood lately.

Well. I’m so thrilled you shared what exactly this weird mood encompassed. I thought we were doing fucking dandy.

And a half hour before that you had dropped me off at home, given me a long goodnight kiss. YOU KISSED ME, you asshole. Couldn’t you give me some fucking warning? All I got from that was that you wanted to be alone with me, not that you “couldn’t stand feeling this way” anymore.

I even met your fucking family, and you know how much I detest meeting parents. I met your grandmother, your uncle, your aunt, your dad, your mom, Rachel and the kids. I came to your house. Shit, Rachel even sent me a birthday present and a card.

And you met MY family. You became almost a fixture at our house for a while. My mom liked you, my dad liked you, and even my little sister was nice to you. The fucking cats came when you dropped by. I thought maybe that was a sign.

I guess after you took me to prom, and gave me roses, and wrote me 4 letters a day I got a little blind. When school got out, all that stopped, but you still called and still came by. Not nearly as much, but it was enough.

And there were bad times, but we had talked through them. You would say, after days of not calling or visiting, that you wanted to see me. You would promptly go play pool with Jake instead. Oh, how nice of you. Then you got mad when I left the house. How mature. So it’s perfectly fine for you to go pick up chicks at Carolina Wings while I sit at home, feeling sorry for myself? I don’t think so. Then you would apologize, and I’d let it go.

And the bitching-I’ve never met someone who complained so much. Your neck hurt, your back hurt, could you pleeease have a backrub. Work is awful, school is a pain, yada yada yada, I hate my family. Hello, I’ve got a family and school and a job, too.

But my problems apparently are so trivial and insignificant when compared to yours, however, that is doesn’t matter whether my house blows up because you’re sore from football practice, and you want me to come over and make you feel better.

You always railed on women, how scheming and evil we are. Excuse me, why do you think some girls get so twisted? They’re trying to deal with

When I look back, you seem so two-faced. You bitched about the cost of prom, but you gave me roses for our anniversary. You called me down in front of your friends, but at parties you could barely keep your hands to yourself. You always said women were confusing, but boy, sometimes I could barely understand what you wanted from me.

At the beginning of the relationship you told me about how far you’d gone, and I was fine with it, because I thought we were even. Boy, was I wrong. It’s not hard to figure out who was new at what. I don’t think you knew what you were doing. I made you happy, God, I made you fucking happy as a clam.

You never even made me cum.

So, you whiny son of a bitch, I’m officially telling you to kiss my ass. I only have one regret, and that’s the fact that I should have dumped you the first time you pissed me off. Stupid me for hoping you’d grow up and get a life.

Go buy a dozen boxes of plastic forks.

get three friends.

Go to his house in the middle of the night and stick them all over his yard in a grid pattern.

It’s not dangerous, but it’s ominous and cryptic and it will make you feel better.

Well.

It made me feel better.

Honestly, what the fuck is lower than breaking up with someone via instant messenger? my answer, nothing.

What a total cuntwhisker.

jarbaby

Good rant, Searching (appropriate username for this rant, BTW :)). Like you mentioned about him getting burned on women, don’t let this weasel burn you on men. There are good ones out there. It sounds like you’re a heck of a lot more mature than this guy; your instinct that makes you say you should have dumped him the first time he pissed you off is a good friend; get acquainted with it, and learn to listen to it when it says “This sucks. I don’t deserve this.”

Thats totally delightful.

Ahem.

I concur - the forks are an excellent idea. Another good one is to get an entire box of oreos. Twist them all open, and stick them all, icing side down, all over his car. Do this at night.

Belive me, its a nightmare trying to pry dried oreo goop off your car.

Hang in there - not all men are pigs.

al.

No, breaking up by having their friend tell you is worse.

I’m an old geyzer (36) and have been through this many times and have been the one to break it off many times.

The one thing I have learned is that if someone displays ‘inconsistant’ behavior then call them on it. If they refuse to talk about, dump them no matter how good they look. Ok, if they look real good don’t dump them but protect your emotions! :wink: If they talk about it but continue to be inconsistant then dump em (or protect yourself).

This has been the absolute best leading indicator of the future potential of a partner. What is inconsistant behavior? You mentioned him calling you off once but him all over you on another occasion. Also, hot and cold (bipolar) love and attention. Their love and attention should be reasonable consistant. Swings up and down are a no-no. Everyone is different but I have never had long term success with someone who is inconsistant.

JMHO,

Blink

I just realized that it might look like I’m blaming you for not realizing that this guy was acting like an @$$hole; not my intention at all; sorry if it read like that.

FantASTic. I love it.

We also went out and snagged a dozen or so traffic cones as well as some ‘for sale’ signs and placed them all over his precious new BMW.

If I only I could have been a fly on the wall when that ass woke up the next day.

Ah…

jarbaby

Personally, I’d steer clear of anything that might/could be construed as property damage.

…But the forks are still an excellent idea.

Oreos aren’t property damage, they’re an artful expression of teenage angst.

Besides, how do you trace an oreo? :slight_smile:

al.

Don’t they put serial numbers on them things?

DNA testing? :smiley:

I’d be a failure at the Oreo idea.

As soon as I start licking the middle, I have to eat the whole thing.

jarbaby

Heh…Searching, I give the thing a 10 just for this line…

jayjay

I’ve heard the creamy center is quite good at holding an impression. :slight_smile: Not to say anything about what it does to the finish (we’re talking full buff-out here). :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

I didn’t mean to rain on anyones revenge parade, just pointing out that what may seem harmless, may in fact appear less than harmless to the recipient.

With all that said, both are still 10’s in my book for creativity!

Sounds like you’ve got a healthy self-esteem, so I wouldn’ think this dickwad will have much affect on you, except to serve as a benchmark of what not to put up with.

Go you! Good rant, the “cum” part earns at least an 8, the rest brings it to a solid 9.8. If you fork (or spork) his lawn, it’ll be a pure 10.

BTW: sporks are more fun that forks. Leaves people going “…Sporks? Sporks?! What the fuck?!?

[sub]Note to self: If I ever piss off Jarbaby or alice, hide the car[/sub]

All of you-thank you. Your ideas are wonderfu!!l :slight_smile: Hurray for vengeance!! I do, however, will hide my car from you if you get mad at me…(if I have one)
**Jarbabyj **

Thank you…and cuntwhisker? That’s just an uplifting word. Your ideas are quite nice.
**Featherlou **, thank you too, for the advice. I didn’t take it the wrong way, thanks.

  • Originally posted by JayJay

Heh…Searching, I give the thing a 10 just for this line… *

Thanks. -grins- I only wish it wasn’t true. Might have got SOMETHING out of this. Jesus…
** Thinksnow ** Dickwad?! What words you people have! Hurray!

I’ll let you all know if I decide to deface any property, and give full details.

All of you-thank you. Your ideas are wonderfu!!l :slight_smile: Hurray for vengeance!! I do, however, will hide my car from you if you get mad at me…(if I have one)
**Jarbabyj **

Thank you…and cuntwhisker? That’s just an uplifting word. Your ideas are quite nice.
**Featherlou **, thank you too, for the advice. I didn’t take it the wrong way, thanks.

  • Originally posted by JayJay

Heh…Searching, I give the thing a 10 just for this line… *

Thanks. -grins- I only wish it wasn’t true. Might have got SOMETHING out of this. Jesus…
** Thinksnow ** Dickwad?! What words you people have! Hurray!

I’ll let you all know if I decide to deface any property, and give full details.

Surely it’s a sign of something! Somebody check the Layman’s guide to Divinations, Portents, and Omens for “feline orgasm” and cross reference it with “boyfriend”…

Seriously though, Searching For Truth, you have my sympathies and best wishes for the future. But you seem like you’ve got a real good attitude about it all-- the loser clearly wasn’t worthy of you. And if he made your cats come, it sounds like he was probably a weirdo anyway.

Been there, done that. Not with oreo’s, though. A word of warning. When you start messing with the vehicles, it can escalate pretty quickly. Me and a former GF had it kinda get out of hand…

The law got involved…

I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…