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This isn't mine but I thought I'd share it. Friend of mine went over his ex's house to break up with her after a year of dating and when he told her he didn't want to date anymore, after hearing that not a second after she PUKES all over my buddy which I thought was funny (but I'm a sadistical jackass). That is the strangest reaction I could ever think of other than some jerry springer act thoughts/share?
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When someone dumps me, I give him a cold smile he'll remember for the rest of his life.




Posted 12/12/11
Two posts and this thread already scares me.

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Posted 12/12/11
scary reactions right there ^
Posted 12/12/11
I only dumped one person and we both took it pretty well. I know it was a big relief off my shoulders.
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Posted 12/12/11
Wow... varnlestoff... kinda not cool bro

And depends if she totally promised not to leave me and if it actually seemed like she loved me. If those things are true, then I'll slap that bitch!! >:o no jk, but I'll be really freaking pissed.
Posted 12/12/11
This guy I only dated for a week quickly pushed me out of his house and threw all the shit I had brought with me all across his lawn, when I frienzoned him. My goodness.
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Posted 12/12/11
I've always been astounded by opposite gender that dumps you in a heated argument, sees immediately after all the screaming that you have a backup plan just by looking at your face, then quickly does a 180 wanting to bury the hatchet, make out, and act as if no fighting occurred in the first place......wtf ????

Manic-depressives are the worst. All I can suggest is.....RUN......RUN AWAY AS FAST AS YOU CAN and don't leave a forwarding address. Do change your phone number and keep it unlisted forever. I dated 3 in my lifetime, almost got married to 1 but, luckily for me, came to my senses 5 days before that marriage date and broke up with her. You know you're in for a ride when your fiancee's parents suggest that if you by chance do come to your senses and decide to bail....they understand. Man, I could write a novella about Janice but it's just too late in the early am to post here.
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Posted 12/13/11
speechless..
Posted 12/13/11
About 2 years ago my friend had just got back together with her boyfriend, so anyway whilst staying over his house he had to leave for work but had stayed up all night playing World of Warcraft. Anyway, in the morning she went passed his computer to find that he'd left his computer on and MSN and she read an entire conversation he was having with his ex. One part read "I only got back with her coz I felt sorry for her." and stuff like that. She deleted his World of Warcraft account since he had given her access so she could play lol and he had 3 level 70 characters or something.

That's right girl, strike him where it hurts! His virtual heart
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Think of this as a Journal entry about how NOT to end a relationship. Rather, think of this as ones act of desperation for a return to clarity and sanity no matter what the costs.

Janice and I entertained an on again, off again relationship over 1 year's time with marriage becoming, instead of a goal, a fleeting memory or unattainable idea. There was a six year age difference between us. I was 55, she was 49 but looked not a day older than 39 and hot (probably 1 of the less than stellar reasons I stayed in the relationship as long as I did....wow, so attractive I just couldn't believe I was the chosen one).

Anyway, it wasn't working out. Both of us harbored issues of mistrust, insecurities toward the other. In an attempt to save this relationship she and I agreed to see an established licensed counselor. First it was Wendy, my counselor of choice because she had helped me immensely over the years from past issues great and small, then it became John, her counselor of choice because Janice didn't like or trust Wendy. We worked toward saving the relationship but it seemed like once old insecurities receded new ones would bubble up from within and surface. There was no end to the stress and angst of living under 1 roof as 2 different entities each vying for a chance to mentally strategise techniques to devastate the other. One of the truisms Wendy suggested when I went to have a session with her in secret was that Manic-Depressives will wear you down until they get what they want. And I didn't help my situation any because Janice and I mutually agreed months previous that she could move in to my house as a joint collective effort to save money for future outings together.

March 5, 2003: Together we called a truce and opted to negotiate an exit strategy amicable to the both of us. The exchange of ideas quickly disintegrated into a 1-way screaming match of wits, innuendo, disappointment. Basically this amounted to I pay for everything since I, theoretically, had means from successful management of my deceased Mother's sizable estate (which diminished greatly from the Tech bubble of 2000) while she, a well-educated but underutilized administrative secretary working for a massage college instead of institution of higher learning which she was capable of managing, was broke and had nothing left to invest into her immediate future. That evening was the calmest I had experienced since we were formally introduced.

The next day I started packing her goods while she worked in town. Damn, I forgot how much stuff she had. It took me 4 days instead of the 7 hours I originally anticipated. I ran out of cartons 4 different times. And through all of this packing Janice chose to sit quietly in the living room and read 1 of her books. I got absolutely zero help from her packing HER stuff.

Alas, it was calm before the next storm. Since it was still the month of March in Missouri it was cold outside. Janice had regressed back to chain smoking since all the alcohol was gone (she drank it all in a period of 6 months, 98% of my on-hand stash which took 40 years to accumulate) but in deference to my wishes for a smoke-free environs she would smoke outside. This time she chose to stand midway in a doorway allowing the cold air to rush in. When I objected to this the playfulness quickly turned to vengeance and more screaming about my lack of integrity ensued. From past experience I had learned to anticipate the explosive personality change but this time I was caught off-guard. When the screaming ceased Janice noticed a change in my physique. My nervous system had enough and I had to retreat to the bedroom to lie down. This was a sensation I never experienced before. At 55, my body was trying to shut down. What the hell's goin' on? I couldn't get myself out of bed to do anything. Interestingly, that was the only night Janice showed any remorse about acting out. She would check on me periodically throughout the night.

Morning arrived. I had summoned enough strength to rise and drag myself to the bathroom. While en route (like ships passing in the night) we crossed paths and she whispered to me in a low sultry voice "this is what happens to those people who don't give what I want". That said, she turned and left for work. Ponder the imponderables, kiddo!

It was all I could do to get dressed, stagger out the door, drive to a Class1 moving professional firm, pre-pay for pick-up, storage in their bonded warehouse for 30 days only. If Janice hasn't the means to rescue her stuff....too bad. But this had to be done ASAP while she was at work.

Long story short: after consulting a lawyer about my rights, her rights I had the locks changed the same day the movers appeared. Since her name was not on the title to the house and we had no children between us I had a lot of discretion what I could do to legally eject her from my premises. Movers came, inventoried, started loading her stuff....all 15000 lbs of it....into 3 different straight trucks. I signed for it. Locked her out. Paid the difference in cost the next day.

I could elaborate what happened when she came home early and saw the moving vans in the driveway on the day that was NOT agreed to originally but that's another time for posting this true story.

Put simply back then: I was never married at that time, but I sure knew what divorce was like.
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Posted 12/13/11
Thank god for "System Restore" in my brain. All I need to do is select "Reset settings" from the option and volia, all my bad memories went away and I don't give a damn about my ex. If it doesn't work, I will play the song "Fuck You" by Cee Lo Green all day long with actions. That would solve it.
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hahahah world of warcraft!!!!! that is so funny. A funny thing that kinda led to a breakup with one of my ex's was I missed a date with her b/c I said I had something very important to do and when she came to check up on me she saw me playing halo.
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bemused_Bohemian wrote:

Think of this as a Journal entry about how NOT to end a relationship. Rather, think of this as ones act of desperation for a return to clarity and sanity no matter what the costs.

Janice and I entertained an on again, off again relationship over 1 year's time with marriage becoming, instead of a goal, a fleeting memory or unattainable idea. There was a six year age difference between us. I was 55, she was 49 but looked not a day older than 39 and hot (probably 1 of the less than stellar reasons I stayed in the relationship as long as I did....wow, so attractive I just couldn't believe I was the chosen one).

Anyway, it wasn't working out. Both of us harbored issues of mistrust, insecurities toward the other. In an attempt to save this relationship she and I agreed to see an established licensed counselor. First it was Wendy, my counselor of choice because she had helped me immensely over the years from past issues great and small, then it became John, her counselor of choice because Janice didn't like or trust Wendy. We worked toward saving the relationship but it seemed like once old insecurities receded new ones would bubble up from within and surface. There was no end to the stress and angst of living under 1 roof as 2 different entities each vying for a chance to mentally strategise techniques to devastate the other. One of the truisms Wendy suggested when I went to have a session with her in secret was that Manic-Depressives will wear you down until they get what they want. And I didn't help my situation any because Janice and I mutually agreed months previous that she could move in to my house as a joint collective effort to save money for future outings together.

March 5, 2003: Together we called a truce and opted to negotiate an exit strategy amicable to the both of us. The exchange of ideas quickly disintegrated into a 1-way screaming match of wits, innuendo, disappointment. Basically this amounted to I pay for everything since I, theoretically, had means from successful management of my deceased Mother's sizable estate (which diminished greatly from the Tech bubble of 2000) while she, a well-educated but underutilized administrative secretary working for a massage college instead of institution of higher learning which she was capable of managing, was broke and had nothing left to invest into her immediate future. That evening was the calmest I had experienced since we were formally introduced.

The next day I started packing her goods while she worked in town. Damn, I forgot how much stuff she had. It took me 4 days instead of the 7 hours I originally anticipated. I ran out of cartons 4 different times. And through all of this packing Janice chose to sit quietly in the living room and read 1 of her books. I got absolutely zero help from her packing HER stuff.

Alas, it was calm before the next storm. Since it was still the month of March in Missouri it was cold outside. Janice had regressed back to chain smoking since all the alcohol was gone (she drank it all in a period of 6 months, 98% of my on-hand stash which took 40 years to accumulate) but in deference to my wishes for a smoke-free environs she would smoke outside. This time she chose to stand midway in a doorway allowing the cold air to rush in. When I objected to this the playfulness quickly turned to vengeance and more screaming about my lack of integrity ensued. From past experience I had learned to anticipate the explosive personality change but this time I was caught off-guard. When the screaming ceased Janice noticed a change in my physique. My nervous system had enough and I had to retreat to the bedroom to lie down. This was a sensation I never experienced before. At 55, my body was trying to shut down. What the hell's goin' on? I couldn't get myself out of bed to do anything. Interestingly, that was the only night Janice showed any remorse about acting out. She would check on me periodically throughout the night.

Morning arrived. I had summoned enough strength to rise and drag myself to the bathroom. While en route (like ships passing in the night) we crossed paths and she whispered to me in a low sultry voice "this is what happens to those people who don't give what I want". That said, she turned and left for work. Ponder the imponderables, kiddo!

It was all I could do to get dressed, stagger out the door, drive to a Class1 moving professional firm, pre-pay for pick-up, storage in their bonded warehouse for 30 days only. If Janice hasn't the means to rescue her stuff....too bad. But this had to be done ASAP while she was at work.

Long story short: after consulting a lawyer about my rights, her rights I had the locks changed the same day the movers appeared. Since her name was not on the title to the house and we had no children between us I had a lot of discretion what I could do to legally eject her from my premises. Movers came, inventoried, started loading her stuff....all 15000 lbs of it....into 3 different straight trucks. I signed for it. Locked her out. Paid the difference in cost the next day.

I could elaborate what happened when she came home early and saw the moving vans in the driveway on the day that was NOT agreed to originally but that's another time for posting this true story.

Put simply back then: I was never married at that time, but I sure knew what divorce was like.

Wow you were right that could be a novella lol
Posted 12/13/11
If the other person gets angry then clearly there wasn't many good feelings shared between both.
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