What pumpith now…
This is how we all start out.. All full of promise.. running around with our heart on our sleeves.. smiling at bunnies and butterflies..conviced that your life is a love story.. waiting for your prince charming to rescue you from the normalcy that surrounds you.. thinking the world is our oyster and everytime you see an old couple strolling in the park you go.. “aaah! how sweet!”
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Then you meet a handsome sexy guy and he sweeps you off our feet.. saying all the right things.. making all the right moves.. all your girlfriends get jealous and you start planning your wedding..with all the bridesmaids and horses and flowers..and then finally you build up enough courage to ask him out.. He accepts..you tell everyone! this is the moment YOU WERE BORN FOR!… and everytime you see an old couple strolling in the park you go..”aaah, I cant wait to grow old with you!”
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He is fine for awhile.. then the cracks start to show.. he no longer tells you how stunning you are.. but instead tells you how fabulous your friends are.. He no longer calls you every night just to say good night.. he spends less and less time with you and comes up with excuses why.. But he tells you how much you mean to him when he thinks you need it and tells you are the only one for him.. and everytime you see an old couple walking in the park you go..”She must be very patient and understanding..”
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You come home early from work one day.. and he is in bed with your best friend (you know.. the one he said you should be more like).. You feel your heart is breaking.. you feel the tear rip right through.. He rushes up to tell you how it meant nothing.. He tries to explain that you made him do it.. you weren’t being affectionate enough.. you see you vision of marriage die in front of you.. all you can think of is betrayal and hurt and disgust.. you admonish yourself for not seeing it sooner.. you wish there was a way you could unsee what you saw.. a way you can unknow what you know.. a way you can make this all better..and everytime you see an old couple walking in the park you go…” How did she do it?”
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You have kicked him out..you are not ready to face your friends and family yet.. the healing process has begun.. you aren’t ready for much and the only socialising you do is the hello’s and goodbye’s at the office.. You know in time you will love again.. but for now you need to give your heart some time to mend.. You know that next time you will be better at this.. and that you have just learnt a few valuable lessons.. but you also wish that you didn’t have to learn so many damn lessons and that the rules were more clear and less cryptic.. and everytime you see an old couple walking in the park you *sigh* and think to yourself…” I wonder if I will ever find that..”
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hmmmm this is interesting… why did you post this? you make me worry!
complicated stuff, yo.
here’s something simple – http://expensivemistakescheapthrills.wordpress.com/2008/07/31/daisies-can-like-to-rock-the-jean-pant-jol-too-you-know/
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Stef – dont be worried.. if a guy ever sleeps around on me.. I would probably wrap his nuts around his tonsils..
CheapThrills – lemme go looksee…
Very clever and well written B.
I broke up with my last g/f because she was dishonest and way way too manipulative.
For my little story I would change paragraph 3 to read:
She is fine for awhile.. then the cracks start to show.. she starts to lie about little things, the little things get bigger. Eventually when she tells you about something or mentions something that happened to her, you roll your eyes back and switch off. You can’t pollute your head with her rubbish so you just nod and pretend to be interested. You support her for months while she jumps from job to job, sitting at home playing with Facebook instead of working at least as a waitress.
Paragraph 4 reads:
You catch her with hard drugs even though she is supposed to be clean for months (or if you believe what she has said, years). When she tells you stories or recounts events, you openly tell her she is talking sh*t or blatantly ignore her. When you end the relationship, you get told that you are totally amazing and that she can’t live without you.
Paragraph 5 would read:
You kick her out. She cries. She is devastated. She says she never saw it coming, even though you have been fighting for months and “working through issues with her”. You get phone calls at 23:00 with her crying her eyes out missing you and begging for her to come back. She had it good and you know it.
I would add a paragraph 6 to my story:
Then you go to a friends braai and start talking to some new faces. One of them takes you by the hand, pulls you closer and kisses you lingeringly on the lips. Suddenly things are all full of promise again. The hearts are on the sleeves again. There are smiles and butterflies in the air and you are convinced that this time things will be different (Again).
Digged this article to drive traffic
http://digg.com/odd_stuff/The_breakup_4
Rexmanthe – ouch.. sounds like it was rough there for you.. but you never said what went through your mind when you saw an old couple..
P.S. thanks for the Digg! Have a good weekend…
I thought the same as you when I saw the old couple. That is what actually grabbed my attention about your article.
It is always rough but at least my story has a happy ending.
BTW not a “happy ending” in the sex worker / sleazy massage parlor meaning of the word
very cool post… and painfully true, and yet!
but i’ll stop there- apparently i gush about me ‘n my glugs…
Rexmanthe – I am glad to hear that your story ended well.. Not everyone is as lucky…
Angel – Gush away.. gush away.. I love to hear the gushing.. If you have it .. flaunt it..