Your "I can't do this anymore" moment

[interface2x]

@gravitycrash

I told her I’ll move out on the weekend. She has a famous temper, she sputtered something about a trial separation. I said lets make it permanent. This was just the final straw for me.

Did you at least get to say “How’s that for spontaneous?”

[Lucky_13]

@overlyverbose

The first was when my then-boyfriend slipped a CD of music into the CD player. It was beautiful, classical music - Prokofiev, I think. How romantic, I mused. Then he proceeded to quiz me on it. What period was this written in? What style? Who was the composer? What instruments are used? When I couldn’t answer all his questions, he put another CD in and did the same thing. I asked him what the hell he was up to and he said that no one could be considered well rounded unless they knew and appreciated classical music. I should have broken up with him right then and there, but I was apparently not just insecure, but masochistic as well.

My ex used to do that, except with rock music. I normally don’t like to discuss the bad side of my marriage, but just thought I should mention it.

[Lucky_13]

Missed the edit window.

I should mention that my ex wasn’t abusive, just passive-aggressive and rather fond of his own intellectual capacity. And, no, that wasn’t my ICDTA moment because there wasn’t really a single one so much as a series of events over time that I don’t feel comfortable discussing at the moment. But, yeah, the rock trivia quizzes got rather annoying after a while.

[gravitycrash]

@interface2x

Did you at least get to say “How’s that for spontaneous?”

Naw, I’m one of those people who thinks of a witty remark two days later.

[An_Gadai]

@Ultraviolet

Okay, I can’t be the only one who wants to hear the rest of this story, can I? An STD? Too much vigorous sex?

Too much vigorous sex with oneself.

[muttrox]

@twickster

I’d been dating this guy for about three years when the Prince album with the symbol came out (1992). It has the sexiest song ever written, “Damn U,” …

Way off topic but, **So **glad to hear that. I love that song, and everyone else I know dismisses it as “Prince doing lounge music”. Philistines.

[overlyverbose]

@Lucky 13

My ex used to do that, except with rock music. I normally don’t like to discuss the bad side of my marriage, but just thought I should mention it.

I never realized that so many people did this - maybe we should start a support group? Or a group to smack people with trouts when they attempt to quiz us on ridiculously useless trivia?

[Rebo]

@Jodi

I dated one of those guys, too! I would think he was asking me for information and then discover he was quizzing me instead:

HIM: What song is this?
ME: Not sure, something by Coltrane, I think.
HIM: It’s “After the Rain”.
ME (in my head): If you knew, why the fuck did you ask me?

Uh, oh. I do this. And it is just to be superior. :smack: I’m gonna stop it.

[Dr.Woo]

@overlyverbose

I never realized that so many people did this - maybe we should start a support group? Or a group to smack people with trouts when they attempt to quiz us on ridiculously useless trivia?

Yeah, my husband does this too. He really, really likes to be right. Almost as good is when someone else is wrong.

My er, moment of clarity with my ex was one evening when he said something nasty to me - I don’t even remember what it was now - then took off on his motorcycle. The plan was for me to follow in my car, and as I pulled out behind him, the thought formed in my mind that I could just run that MF right on over and it would take care of things just fine.

I was so horrified that my feelings toward him were turning violent that I 1.) left him forthwith and 2.) got into counseling, also forthwith.

[black_rabbit]

I’ve had a few of them, gradually increasing in the intensity of their effect on my resolve over a couple of year’s time.

The very first was before we were even married.

I started talking to her during an episode of Law and Order that she was watching. She asked me if I could please be quiet, because she wanted to watch the show.

Should be no big deal, right?

Well, we had recently had a huge argument when I politely shushed her when she called to tell me some unimportant thing while I was at work. She thought I should hang on her every word, no matter how banal, and no matter how much I needed to concentrate on whatever I was doing.

I should have taken it as a sign. Unfortunately, I married her a couple of years later, and spent the next four years paying for my oversight.

The final straw, which I’ve posted about here already, was when she downed at least six Ambien in eight hours, refused to go to the hospital for a tox screen, threw a beer at me, and sexually assaulted me.

We separated for about a month, got back together for another month, and I finally moved out for good about a month ago, and affirmed that it was for good last week. I’ll probably have to reaffirm it before I scrape the money together for a retainer.

All things considered, I’m feeling pretty good right now, believe it or not.