Counting High School, 2.

WAIT! I've just realized, this thread talks about "Serious Relationships" though we've all assumed by "serious" the author is talking about "romantic", this may not be the case.

Was not some of your friendships serious? Wasn't the relationships you've had with your personal family serious?

Oh boy...
I met this guy who I would see all the time at work and he would constantly try to talk to me and I wouldn't give him the time of day. I had this BAD feeling about him and next time I know to follow my near clairevoyant instincts. So one night my co-worker and I go out and we see him and I'm looking at him all night and he's STARING at me and I'm wondering if I know him or something then my co-worker goes to him and starts talking and I go over there and he tells me who he is and he starts telling me how he's been in love with me and infatuated with me since the moment he saw me, you know saying all the shit I wanna hear. So I give him a chance. We were together a week, then he goes to a club, fucks a pregnant chick and goes to jail for a week. Then he gets out and I confront him indirectly about what he did and he snapped on me, tells me that he never loves me, he hates my drama, and can't fucking deal with me and dumps me on the phone. See, this is the thing though...He got out of rehab 3 months before we met and he had this plan of how he was gonna stay with my co-worker, get a job and start doing better for himself. And I love him so much. I believed every fucking word he said. And I didn't care if he started doing drugs again, I was prepared to go into any crackhouse looking for him, scour the streets looking for him and bring him home. I was willing to do ANYTHING for him. All he had to do was ask me. That's my fucking problem. I love TOO hard and in the end, it blows up in my damn face. So I find out that while we were together he started doing drugs again and I would be around him and he started calling me nigger and just being INCREDIBLY ignorant. But I didn't care. I understood that he wasn't used to being loved at all. So I wasn't mad when he called me names. He had so much hate and anger for himself and it was easier to direct it at other people, namely me. I didn't care. I would just grin and bear it and think to myself "Go ahead baby, just get all the anger out of you. I don't care what you call me or do to me, I won't hold it against you and love you regardless." But he wasn't trying to hear all that. So my co-worker kicks him out and a few months later she's leaving for work and finds him sleeping on her porch. So she lets him back in. I end up seeing him and he tries to act like shit is sweet between us. I am not a hateful person at all. I've never hated anyone my whole life. But If there was 1 person in the universe that I would hate, it would be him. I've calmed down and realized that hating him won't reverse anything or make anything better and it doesn't benefit me to hold on to anger. So now he moves on to a new relationship, and I'm pissed because I don't have any closure. He never told me why he dumped me, didn't give me a chance to tell him I don't hate him and I forgive him and still want to at least be friends with him but I figure I am so better off without him. And the whole time we were together everybody was telling me "You can do so much better." But they didn't know him like I did. I guess they were right. So last night I saw him and he started calling me nigger again, and I snapped at him. I said "I don't even know why you're fucking talking to me. If you say ANYTHING to be it needs to be sorry but you're such a fucking cuntface bastard you can't even give me something as simple as that, and that's all I want from you. And you need to grow the fuck up calling me names, how would you like it if I called you 'crackhead' every time I saw you?!?!" Then he turned REAL red like white people do when they get mad and started trying to make threats and that's when I left, came home and got into it with the 'rents.

So I don't even know if I should count that as a "relationship".
Sorry for the long post...

Serious ones








only the serious ones?




Don't know realy, but I guess about 3 or 4.

Sadly, I must say three. That last one is lucky his punk ass is breathing right now! I have decided to purge him from me in other ways!

Scrotum of a dog, pubic hair, bonfire, snake's heart, all his shit and a black rose!

Now if I can just find one of those Witchie Poo black kettle I will be all done.

ShySlantedEye1 said:

I have some witchie poo striped socks you can borrow

DiscoballStallion said:

Damn, I'm sorry. If you are going to try another relationship or are already in a new one now, I hope it works out better. I'd be hurt as hell by a lover who threw racial slurs at me, especially.

ShySlantedEye1 said:

jerseykrs said:

1 super serious relationship.....15+ years of marriage....18 years together

...a couple of what I thought at the time were serious....obviously before the aforementioned super serious one....

...and plenty of attempts....hopeless romantic horny toad at heart....

ShySlantedEye1 said:

ShySlantedEye1 said:

So I imagine its safe to assume that to cross u is much like signing one's own death certificate...?
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