Only Killers Call Killing Progress: Best breakup ever.

Fall on me, black helicopter....

Best breakup ever.

Published November 21, 2005 by Lexy | E-mail this post

At least now I don't feel bad.
Terri is gone from my life.
Officially. I have removed the barnacle on my ass. I couldn't be happier. For awhile there, I felt bad. Like... Because I was deserting her. But now. Fuck her. She can be alone for the rest of her life.
I tried to write an email to her, telling her that I felt this was stupid, and that we could be adult. And telling her that I loved her.
She sent me an email back telling me that I air laundry in public, and listing off all of the things that she didn't bitch at me about that botehred her about living with me.
Like it makes her a saint that she sat on her emotions until they ruined our relationship. Not that she's ever had a relationship work that wasn't based around me.
Does she even realize that Jenn was asking Paul to get rid of her? That she was nothing short of humping her own bosses leg? Does she realize that these people she calls her friends were only allowing her to hang around begrudgingly for me?
Because taking care of her was something that was important to me.
So now who has she got? Her brother, and people in mexico she's met a few times. Good. Great. What a fantastic life. I hope she goes far.
Far, headfirst into a speeding car.

What an ungrateful little shit.
Oh my God.
Some people.

She let two months ruin fourteen years. Two months of stuff that I apparently did wrong over fourteen years of absolute and utter bullshit for her sake. And she thinks that she put up with motre from me than I from her.
She's fucking dillusional.
Like seriously.