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There are very few people in this world that can upset me as much as this one, single, wholehearted bitch can.
I just got off of the phone with her, and not only am I now livid, but my thoughts that all women a severly fucked up and hypocritical have been reinforced. Is that a dangerous assumption? Yes. But damn it I'm pissed off right now.
So here's the situation:
It's three and a half years ago, and I'm 19 years old. I live in a shithole town named Rochester, going to school at RIT and working every weekend away at a damn telephone call centre. I hate my job, I hate the town I'm living in, and at the time, I hated my major in school too. The only thing I had to look foreward to was going home at night and hanging out with my best friend and high school sweetheart.
We moved in together in August of 2001. By the end of September in the same year, she had quit her job, and really wasn't actively looking. She wasn't going to school, and spent her days watching old movies and playing in her part time band, which also had no gigs. No big deal I thought, and we scraped through on my student loans and small pay for a little over a year. By this time, I'm making a bit better pay, and was able to take some vacation. A friend of mine I used to sing for was living in Atlanta at the time, and wanted me to come see his new band play. I thought, hell yeah, and I was planning on taking my girl with me.
November came, and our trip was schedueled for the 14th. She told me she couldn't go on the 12th. She said her band had a gig (wha...?) and that she forgot to tell me sooner. I was naive, and went along my happy way to Atlanta by myself. I was there no longer than three days (I had planned on being there for a week) when I get a phone call. She is crying, and really wants to see me. So I make the 15 hour trek back to Rochester (Interstate 81 is boring as hell through Pennsylvania, let me tell you) and hurry to be by her side.
I remember it like it was fucking yesterday. As soon as I opened the apartment door, there was was, in the hallway. I was exhuasted from the long drive, and was still seeing white dotted lines flying past me when I closed me eyes. As I put my bag down and shut and locked the door behind me, she blurts out that she had sex with two of my best friends while I was gone. In one night.
So lets get this straight. Not only did I just drive a grueling 15 hours with little/no sleep, but only to find out my two best friends punked me by fucking my girlfriend, and to have her standing there... expecting forgiveness? Sometimes, I'll admit, I can be a bit of a chump, but I'll be damned if this chick was gonna do me like that.
So what do I do? I fall apart, and cry my fucking eyes out like a little fucking kid. Fatigue causes people to become over emotional, sure, but I'm not ashamed to tell you I was more broken hearted than I thought was ever possible.
So the next day, I went in to work, just to get my mind off of things. I must have sat in that cubical for a good five hours... doing nothing but mulling over the past days events. My boss walked by, and noticed I hadn't even turned on my computer yet. He said "Are... you gonna do any work today?" It was at that moment, I decided I had had enough. "I think I'm done. Yeah... I quit." I get home and get a hold of my landlord, who was also a friend of mine. Although my girl and I were living together, we had signed separate lease papers to be responsible for both halves of the rent. It was her idea, because in the beginning she didn't trust me. Thought I wasn't gonna pay my bills or something. Anyways, I let him know that I will be leaving, but will be paying out the rest of my (half) of the rent until the lease is up. I pack my things, told the girl that I was leaving, and I wouldn't be coming back. I don't think she believed me. I finished packing, crawled into bed, and slept for about 10 hours. I woke up, packed my things into the car, and sure as shit headed right back for Atlanta.
I've been living here since then, have made new friends and made a whole new life for myself. I'm seeing a chick right now, but I'm pretty leary of her. I'm trying to keep things "unattached" because I honestly don't want to be put through that shit I went through all over again. She gets pissy with me when I act that way, but she knows where the door is. Anyways...
So I get this phone call, about an hour ago. It's the old girlfriend, and she's pissed. Calling me up and telling me that I owe her money, that I'm a worthless piece of shit for leaving her. Reminding me of how much of a crybaby I "was" and how immature I am for running away.
Did I runaway? Yeah, I think I did. Do I owe her money? Well, I stupidly co-signed on her car while we were living together, so whenever she doesn't pay, I've got to pay. She hasn't paid in three months, and her car got repossesed. I've been talking with the bank, but I'm pretty much forced to deal with her now and get on her ass about payments. But she's got it in her head now, saying that I promised to pay for the car. She's told all of her friends, family, and even most of the friends I used to have that I'm a deadbeat loser that left her and won't pay bills etc etc...
Mutherfuckerbullshitcocksuckingslutbitchasslicker.
I'm sure there was a much better way to handle the situation of when I left Rochester. I'd like to think I've grown quite a bit since I left. When the bitch calls me, she's all sweet for the most part, asking me about my job or who I'm seeing blah blah blah. But tonight, she started to threaten me saying she's got "connections" and could get my face beat in and I'm lucky I'm not dead in some gutter. WTF? Then tells me how much she hates me.
I tried to make it very clear to her that our phone calls from this point forth are for business reasons only. I want to know if payments are being made, and I want emails with any recipts for money orders, bank transfers ect. No more bullshit small talk, just tell me what I want to know and prove that you did it. She gets pissed and hangs up the phone.
So all in all... this is why I say FUCK WOMEN. And thank you, for letting me share that little story with you all, I feel better now.
I just got off of the phone with her, and not only am I now livid, but my thoughts that all women a severly fucked up and hypocritical have been reinforced. Is that a dangerous assumption? Yes. But damn it I'm pissed off right now.
So here's the situation:
It's three and a half years ago, and I'm 19 years old. I live in a shithole town named Rochester, going to school at RIT and working every weekend away at a damn telephone call centre. I hate my job, I hate the town I'm living in, and at the time, I hated my major in school too. The only thing I had to look foreward to was going home at night and hanging out with my best friend and high school sweetheart.
We moved in together in August of 2001. By the end of September in the same year, she had quit her job, and really wasn't actively looking. She wasn't going to school, and spent her days watching old movies and playing in her part time band, which also had no gigs. No big deal I thought, and we scraped through on my student loans and small pay for a little over a year. By this time, I'm making a bit better pay, and was able to take some vacation. A friend of mine I used to sing for was living in Atlanta at the time, and wanted me to come see his new band play. I thought, hell yeah, and I was planning on taking my girl with me.
November came, and our trip was schedueled for the 14th. She told me she couldn't go on the 12th. She said her band had a gig (wha...?) and that she forgot to tell me sooner. I was naive, and went along my happy way to Atlanta by myself. I was there no longer than three days (I had planned on being there for a week) when I get a phone call. She is crying, and really wants to see me. So I make the 15 hour trek back to Rochester (Interstate 81 is boring as hell through Pennsylvania, let me tell you) and hurry to be by her side.
I remember it like it was fucking yesterday. As soon as I opened the apartment door, there was was, in the hallway. I was exhuasted from the long drive, and was still seeing white dotted lines flying past me when I closed me eyes. As I put my bag down and shut and locked the door behind me, she blurts out that she had sex with two of my best friends while I was gone. In one night.
So lets get this straight. Not only did I just drive a grueling 15 hours with little/no sleep, but only to find out my two best friends punked me by fucking my girlfriend, and to have her standing there... expecting forgiveness? Sometimes, I'll admit, I can be a bit of a chump, but I'll be damned if this chick was gonna do me like that.
So what do I do? I fall apart, and cry my fucking eyes out like a little fucking kid. Fatigue causes people to become over emotional, sure, but I'm not ashamed to tell you I was more broken hearted than I thought was ever possible.
So the next day, I went in to work, just to get my mind off of things. I must have sat in that cubical for a good five hours... doing nothing but mulling over the past days events. My boss walked by, and noticed I hadn't even turned on my computer yet. He said "Are... you gonna do any work today?" It was at that moment, I decided I had had enough. "I think I'm done. Yeah... I quit." I get home and get a hold of my landlord, who was also a friend of mine. Although my girl and I were living together, we had signed separate lease papers to be responsible for both halves of the rent. It was her idea, because in the beginning she didn't trust me. Thought I wasn't gonna pay my bills or something. Anyways, I let him know that I will be leaving, but will be paying out the rest of my (half) of the rent until the lease is up. I pack my things, told the girl that I was leaving, and I wouldn't be coming back. I don't think she believed me. I finished packing, crawled into bed, and slept for about 10 hours. I woke up, packed my things into the car, and sure as shit headed right back for Atlanta.
I've been living here since then, have made new friends and made a whole new life for myself. I'm seeing a chick right now, but I'm pretty leary of her. I'm trying to keep things "unattached" because I honestly don't want to be put through that shit I went through all over again. She gets pissy with me when I act that way, but she knows where the door is. Anyways...
So I get this phone call, about an hour ago. It's the old girlfriend, and she's pissed. Calling me up and telling me that I owe her money, that I'm a worthless piece of shit for leaving her. Reminding me of how much of a crybaby I "was" and how immature I am for running away.
Did I runaway? Yeah, I think I did. Do I owe her money? Well, I stupidly co-signed on her car while we were living together, so whenever she doesn't pay, I've got to pay. She hasn't paid in three months, and her car got repossesed. I've been talking with the bank, but I'm pretty much forced to deal with her now and get on her ass about payments. But she's got it in her head now, saying that I promised to pay for the car. She's told all of her friends, family, and even most of the friends I used to have that I'm a deadbeat loser that left her and won't pay bills etc etc...
Mutherfuckerbullshitcocksuckingslutbitchasslicker.
I'm sure there was a much better way to handle the situation of when I left Rochester. I'd like to think I've grown quite a bit since I left. When the bitch calls me, she's all sweet for the most part, asking me about my job or who I'm seeing blah blah blah. But tonight, she started to threaten me saying she's got "connections" and could get my face beat in and I'm lucky I'm not dead in some gutter. WTF? Then tells me how much she hates me.
I tried to make it very clear to her that our phone calls from this point forth are for business reasons only. I want to know if payments are being made, and I want emails with any recipts for money orders, bank transfers ect. No more bullshit small talk, just tell me what I want to know and prove that you did it. She gets pissed and hangs up the phone.
So all in all... this is why I say FUCK WOMEN. And thank you, for letting me share that little story with you all, I feel better now.
hmmmm hehe ^^ I won't go into how I'm connected to that city...but you want her smacked up a bit? 
Hahahh!!!!! ^^ and women like that give the others that actually try to have a real relationship and are actually faithful a bad name... makes me sick...
