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And, of course, you'll find the objecting and defenses of the accused. Those you can ignore, because they're not really important.
And, of course, you'll find the objecting and defenses of the accused. Those you can ignore, because they're not really important.
Break-Ups Part 2: The Betrayl
Posted 10-30-2009 at 08:24 AM by Light Knight
Two days pass before I get the gets to make things right. I was going to start small: just get her attention and build it up from there. First, I apologized on myyearbook for "everything." I left it vague so she would have to ask. She did. I explained it to her and hoped she wouldn't understand and ask for me to come over and explain. then I could let my heart pour out to her.
Did that happen? F*CK NO! She understood alright: and MOVED ON! Two days after we had broken up, she went and got herself a new boyfriend: her Ex Micheal who had already broken her heart once! It was a "What The F*CK" moment that shattered my heart into pieces.
And, of course, she put the usual, "... I still love you... hope we can always be friends... he'll probably hurt me again." You know, the "I'm taking the guy who loves me for granted and torturing him by dating the guy who promised him he wouldn't date me" routine! This is the same mother f*cker that shook my hand, promising never to touch her! And you know something? I trusted him even while he was stabbing me in back and flirting with her and sh*t! I trusted that f*cker! And how does he treat me? This, guys, is when we start kicking ass, right? We pommel b*stards like him right into the ground!
But no, not me: I'll let the suicidal f*cks in Iraq take him out when he hips out. then I'll rush in and say "I told you he'd hurt you." Then leave her forever.
Okay, well, maybe no that second part. But I can wait long enough for Al Quada to kill him. And that will be the day I sh*t out my pride and make her work for my trust again. I mean Hell, for all I know he's romancing my Lizzy right now, making her forget all about me, only getting her ready to throw her away like the rag he masturbated with!
This, ladies, is the pain we MEN go through when we've been hurt. That right, we can be hurt too! Not all of us go "Yay, just broke up, one night stand time!" Some of us are a little more complex than that. And revenge is a dish best served cold. Because Micheal has used her and hurt her before: he was the kid who threw Humpdy-Dumpdy off the wall and it took me and Lizzy's friends to put her back together. And, like the damn-loyal dog I must me, I'll be there waiting to help the girl that I love (but must not give two-**** about me) back onto her feet. And I'll make sure I'm there before anyone else.
I can just see all the guys reading this and nodding, thinking of that one person they'd be willing to do that for. That one significant other who was way more significant than the others. Because let's face it, no matter what, being alone is NEVER enough. It wonderful when we don't have to bare the burden of life alone, when we have someone else to help carry the weight of the world on our shoulders with. Friends aren't always enough. We need someone closer, that we can come closer to and share the things our friends can NEVER know. And it's that trust that keeps us together like we can be with nobody else.
And I know that, when I see her again, I'll somehow use this to guilt her and make her regret not waiting for me. Because I'd wait for her, just like I'm waiting for her now. It's hard and painful, hoping but expecting her to leave me behind forever. For me, there will never be another girl like her: all I ever want in one place. I'm only a teenager, and I can already tell that I'll never be happier with ANYONE else. Scary isn't it? Some may call be blind, other may say I'm naive, and I call them ignorant of the world I'm growing up in. I'm able to mature a lot quicker than 50 years ago.
And with maturity, comes the pain. The only confusion I have is why she had to go back to HIM. Her best friend Blayne is an ex of hers, why couldn't she have gone back to him? At least then I'd KNOW I have no chance at happiness ever again.
I see many long days of confusion and suffering ahead. Guys, woman suck. Good night, good luck, and may the Force be with us. We'll f*cking need it.
Did that happen? F*CK NO! She understood alright: and MOVED ON! Two days after we had broken up, she went and got herself a new boyfriend: her Ex Micheal who had already broken her heart once! It was a "What The F*CK" moment that shattered my heart into pieces.
And, of course, she put the usual, "... I still love you... hope we can always be friends... he'll probably hurt me again." You know, the "I'm taking the guy who loves me for granted and torturing him by dating the guy who promised him he wouldn't date me" routine! This is the same mother f*cker that shook my hand, promising never to touch her! And you know something? I trusted him even while he was stabbing me in back and flirting with her and sh*t! I trusted that f*cker! And how does he treat me? This, guys, is when we start kicking ass, right? We pommel b*stards like him right into the ground!
But no, not me: I'll let the suicidal f*cks in Iraq take him out when he hips out. then I'll rush in and say "I told you he'd hurt you." Then leave her forever.
Okay, well, maybe no that second part. But I can wait long enough for Al Quada to kill him. And that will be the day I sh*t out my pride and make her work for my trust again. I mean Hell, for all I know he's romancing my Lizzy right now, making her forget all about me, only getting her ready to throw her away like the rag he masturbated with!
This, ladies, is the pain we MEN go through when we've been hurt. That right, we can be hurt too! Not all of us go "Yay, just broke up, one night stand time!" Some of us are a little more complex than that. And revenge is a dish best served cold. Because Micheal has used her and hurt her before: he was the kid who threw Humpdy-Dumpdy off the wall and it took me and Lizzy's friends to put her back together. And, like the damn-loyal dog I must me, I'll be there waiting to help the girl that I love (but must not give two-**** about me) back onto her feet. And I'll make sure I'm there before anyone else.
I can just see all the guys reading this and nodding, thinking of that one person they'd be willing to do that for. That one significant other who was way more significant than the others. Because let's face it, no matter what, being alone is NEVER enough. It wonderful when we don't have to bare the burden of life alone, when we have someone else to help carry the weight of the world on our shoulders with. Friends aren't always enough. We need someone closer, that we can come closer to and share the things our friends can NEVER know. And it's that trust that keeps us together like we can be with nobody else.
And I know that, when I see her again, I'll somehow use this to guilt her and make her regret not waiting for me. Because I'd wait for her, just like I'm waiting for her now. It's hard and painful, hoping but expecting her to leave me behind forever. For me, there will never be another girl like her: all I ever want in one place. I'm only a teenager, and I can already tell that I'll never be happier with ANYONE else. Scary isn't it? Some may call be blind, other may say I'm naive, and I call them ignorant of the world I'm growing up in. I'm able to mature a lot quicker than 50 years ago.
And with maturity, comes the pain. The only confusion I have is why she had to go back to HIM. Her best friend Blayne is an ex of hers, why couldn't she have gone back to him? At least then I'd KNOW I have no chance at happiness ever again.
I see many long days of confusion and suffering ahead. Guys, woman suck. Good night, good luck, and may the Force be with us. We'll f*cking need it.
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