And this morning, J’s girlfriend broke up with him.
J: Am I so critical that sometimes its impossible to be around me?
H: Sometimes you’re picky about things that don’t/shouldn’t matter. I’ll admit it used to make me self conscious. Like I had to be uber perfect. Why, what’s up?
J: She broke up with me. She said that when I was ready to accept her and love her without having something to pick on, then I can call her. But not until then.
H: Oh my. That took some balls.
J: Yeah, she’s good. And she’s totally right.
Yes, yes she is. While I feel for him, I sat here wishing I’d been that ballsy. Those are the things I wanted to say and never did. Mostly because I knew he never would love me for me.
And it makes me wonder if he’ll actually change.
Why bother wondering?
2 things–
1) rock on, J’s now ex-girlfriend.
2) you could say it NOW.
I hate when other people dump my exes better than I ever did.
See! Deb! Exactly! I’m SO jealous.
Deb? Totally.
I wish I’d done what J’s ex done to my bastard ex. Hopefully, the next woman he dates will do that to him–the bastard tried to change me all the time and no doubt he’ll do that to the next girl too.
Men–they never learn.
Women–we should learn that they never can be change unless the change is self-instigated
“I tell you there’re pieces of me you’ve never seen Maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen” – tori Amos “Tear in your Hand”
I could not help it, it just seemed like the perfect line for the situation. Good luck!
I’m glad you did. Changed, that is.