H: (blah blah blah) I don’t think we should see each other anymore (blah)
J: (blah blah) I don’t want to lose you (blah)
H: You know how I feel. You also have to realize how hard it is to watch things change. I can’t do it.
J: Lets give this some time before we make any final decisions, okay?
Did not reply.
First of all… We??? Do not remember putting out ballots for democratic vote. Is not a decision to be made by anyone other than yours truly at this point.
Secondly, more time??? Time for what, dear J? Time for things to maybe not work out with New Girl in which case you will have inordinate amount of free time on your hands once again? Or, perhaps, time so that will have change of mind and suddenly be able to handle non-relationship again?
Incidentally, met New Girl at the same time J did. In the hot tub where sat explaining the complexity of the non-relationship. On Valentine’s Weekend Ski trip. Trip that yours truly paid for because of under-funded J and roommate squabble. Ah, sweet, glorious irony.
Am not sure whether to attribute horrible puffy feeling surrounding eyes to wine/Tylenol Pm hangover, or yesterday’s intermittent crying spells. Have told self that am done crying, but then again, horrible images of J with New Girl seem to counteract any sort of resolve on my part. Bother.
I’m sorry, Fishie. E-mail and let me know where to send gift of M&Ms and Ben & Jerrys.
You’re right sister. The decision is yours alone. This fish does not need a bicycle with just one wheel and a flat tire. Keep your chin up!
Wow. That’s dirty. At the Valentine’s hottub/ski thing you paid for…
I need to take a shower…
Ew.
Yeah, fuck him! Decision is to made by you alone, Ophelia! Bother, indeed.
Put some distance between the two of you.
Do you have Sarah B’s phone number? Maybe the two of you can commiserate. (sp?)
I felt like I was reading my life about 6 months ago all over again. I know how you feel. I’ve been down that road. It sucks the big wahzoo….
I once had a girl who dumped me for someone else. I was in love; my heart was broken, and my spirit crushed. She married him, and had a baby with him. Then he lost his job, they lost the house, and now they live with his parents while she works 2 jobs to support them.
Had she hung around with me, she’d have had a much better life. I wonder if she has any regrets….I’ve heard she does, which made me smile….
Someday, you’ll be in my position, and he’ll be in hers….
oh, MAN. what a low-life. not only on the trip that you paid for, but with someone you both sat in a hot tub with, discussing your relationship. meanwhile he leads you on with protestations of how much you mean to him. no wonder you’re in such a bungle, he does everything he can to keep your door open.
i know you don’t want advice, but i reccommend girltalk, non-j male friends, hot baths, plenty of hard alcohol(on a temporary basis), and “The Betrayal Bond” by Patrick Carnes. it’ll kick your ass. meanwhile, you’re not alone. you’re a great writer and we’re with you! oh, and joe, COCKSUCKER doesn’t even begin—–
My poor fishy! He just doesn’t get it.
He did what? When? Where?
MAN. That’s just ….
NOBODY deserves that. Certainly not you.
Damn, I went through something very similar recently…you have my sympathy.
Damn. I was/am going through a bit of a “men suck” phase myself, and suddenly over the fast couple weeks it seems like every weblog I come across is fueling the fire.
What the hell has happened to men recently? Is february the official Be A Jackass To The Woman You Loves You Month?
Oh, and re: your comment…. I was calling *me* the hater. Hope that did not offend. :O
Ah, Jennn, of course I’m not offended.
Goddammit, why did I pick THIS weekend to leave the Big Apple? Poo poo poo.
Miss me.
oh, fish, what a nasty, nasty man. that was truly unforgivable, methinks.