![]() ![]() ![]() I don't think I wiped that smile off my face for a week, and I still love that song. I moonwalked the length of the block, staring at them the entire time, singing at the top of my lungs, until I was out of sight, walked a mile and a half back to my car in the pouring rain, drove away, and never looked back. I put on my biggest cheesiest grin, stepped past the two of them and began singing along. I threw my hands up and at that moment a taxi drove by, radio blaring Michael Jackson's 'PYT', as if on cue. So that was the character sketch she had painted of me to all of her coworkers - an abusive boyfriend. Seeing this, her coworker bullies her way between us, pushes me to the side, puts her finger in my face and says, 'Did he hit you again?!'. I was expressionless while she stood there squeezing out the fakest sympathy tears. At this point we were both soaking wet, shivering. We had been gone long enough to draw a little concern, so one of her coworkers stepped out to check on us. She ripped into me and tried to shame me into staying with her and I stood there stoically, knowing this would be the last time I would ever have to listen to her try to make me feel like shit if I could just see it through, and took it all while she berated me up one side and down the other. i was too considerate to tell her it was a drunken mistake. I told her it was over and she lost it, telling me how lucky I was she ever dated me in the first place (it was a one-night stand. Over drinks, I quietly asked her to step outside. I knew it was time to end things and a cold, dreary November night in a city a couple hundred miles away from my own seemed like the perfect setting. She and her colleagues got together the weekend after election day to celebrate the end of a long campaign. ![]() I was sad every day, yet I was worried about hurting her feelings. All of my friends saw it and even strangers, but I was too weak, and too non-confrontational to leave. She cheated on me openly on our first Valentine's Day while I was in bed sick, and still, I was afraid of stepping on her toes, so I let it slide. She was controlling, manipulative, and took every opportunity to criticize everything I did and belittle me, especially in front of peers, destroying my self-esteem to the point that I didn't think I deserved any better. It was seriously the worst relationship of my life. >!insert spoiler here!< Other subreddits you might like: some Mod posts Serious posts Megathread Breaking news Unfilter Please use spoiler tags to hide spoilers. Tags to use: Use a post tag to designate your post as a serious, on-topic-only thread. If you think your post has disappeared, see spam or an inappropriate post, please do not hesitate to contact the mods, we're happy to help. Spam, machine-generated content, and karma farming are not permitted. more >ĭo not post harmful misinformation. more >Ĭomment replies consisting solely of images will be removed. Mods reserve the right to remove content or restrict users' posting privileges as necessary if it is deemed detrimental to the subreddit or to the experience of others. Soliciting money, goods, services, or favours is not allowed. tagged posts are off-limits to jokes or irrelevant replies. more >Īskreddit is not your soapbox, personal army, or advertising platform. Posting, or seeking, any identifying personal information, real or fake, will result in a ban without a prior warning. more >Īskreddit is for open-ended discussion questions. more >Īny post asking for advice should be generic and not specific to your situation alone. Your thoughts/responses to the question can go in the comments section. The title may contain two, short, necessary context sentences. You must post a clear and direct question in the title. ![]()
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