Originally posted by Cyclops
You want some relationship horror stories? Once I get a chance to type for about a month, I will tell you in more detail, but I will summarize my last few relationships,1) Nutball that had an imaginary friend. Oh, but there is more to this one too. But that is for later.
2) Cheated on me with her ex at a fire hall on Christmas Day
3) Broke up with me, took me back, left me again... came crawling back. It was pitiful. I was ashamed for being with her in the first place.
This the same person?
Originally posted by Line
This the same person?
No. Three different people. Each relationship ranged from 6 months to a year.
The nutball (for argument sake, we will call her Barbie) was the worst. If need be, I will get a friend of mine to talk about her.
She was absolutely terrible. She lived 55 mins away, so that made things a little difficult. But, once I bought a car, her parents refused to help out. She was young and did not drive at the time.
Anyways, her mother said that now that I have a car, I should put forth all of the effort. Which, from one point of view, yes. I can understand that being the male of the relationship I should take the extra step. But, when you are 18 years old, still in school and paying $300 a month in insurance, let alone the gas and daily maintenence for a car, in gets a little costly.
My response to her mother when she told me I should do all of the driving was, "Well, then your daughter is going to be getting a lot of exercise." My brother pissed himself laughing.
But, from my eyes, look at it this way. I bought a cell phone that made the calling eachother free, bought a car so I could see her more often, HOW MUCH MORE EFFORT SHOULD I PUT IN? Should I friggin' move next door? For the love of crumb cake!
There is more, but I will not bore you with more crap about my love life........ or lack thereof.
Mother of God... So much to talk about when it comes to Barbie...
she once left me 6 messages on my cell because I did not call her one night.
There was a huge power outage in the great lakes area, and she called me that night to make sure I was okay. My mother told her I was sleeping. I woke up the next morning, turned my cell on, and checked my messages.
"you have... 8... new messages." One was my brother, the other was a friend, and 6 were from her. Stupid verbal regurgitation.
"You obviously don't care enough to call me and tell me you were okay? What kind of a boyfriend are you? Terrible. You suck... BLAH BLAH BLAH!"
It was a power out! I was home before it happened anyways! Of course I was okay if I was.... SLEEPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus wept, freak job!