That's the most 14 year old image I could find about breaking up. Because no matter who you are, or how old you are, that 14 year old girl brain still activates every now and again during a break up.
As you may have been able to tell for the past several months of posting, I've had a pretty ridiculous, long and awful break up. It's like the Neverending Story, but with fewer luck dragons and scantily clad children (I'm not a pedo, I'm just saying that the costume designer for that film probably was). Another difference is, that at one point, that movie actually ended. This breakup, however, will probably never see the credits roll.
Not only did duche-turd decide to date someone forever connected to my family, he refuses to evacuate from that whole situation no matter how ridiculous it gets. Unfortunately, he also refuses to leave me out of it. In a bold and idiotic move last week, he wrote me an email (again) telling me that he really wants to be friends, bury the axe, and all of that nonsense. Naturally, I told him off. Twice. The first email was a crazy rant. The second one was an apology turned crazy rant.
After that, I heard that he may have told his new girlfriend (my nephew's baby mama) that he still wanted to be friends with me and that he was still in love with me. Then he stood her up on Valentine's day. I thought, "finally." I figured that after that kind of treatment, that any self respecting woman would flea from the scene of the rebound.
Then my backwards girl brain started thinking that maybe we could be friends if they weren't together. Hell maybe we'd... well, let's not go there. But, you know what I was thinking. So, I mustered up an apology letter, and I really meant it. I felt bad for saying the things I did. At any rate, we started talking, I found out that somehow they were still together, but he did still have feelings for me, and he absolutely told his new girlfriend/my nephew's mother about those feelings. Crazy, huh? I felt so awful for her.
I told him that we couldn't be friends if they were still together but somehow he wore me down to some chit chat. During that chit chat, I started to realize that I really didn't want to be with this dude anymore (my relationship-y girl brain is a little slow). And the next day, he told me he felt the same way. He said we had no "romantic future" and I pretty much agreed with that (did he forget about the part where he started dating my nephew's mother a month after I left and still thinks it's no big deal?). He went on to say that even though he felt that way, that he was going to still leave his new girlfriend and take some time alone. Since he started dating a month after I left, I thought it was a pretty good idea. Since he was breaking up with her, I started dabbling in this whole "friendship" thing. We texted a lot over the next couple of days. I'm not going to lie and say that some of it wasn't flirty.
In the end, he decided not to break up with her. Instead, they had an "intense conversation." He swore up and down that it was just poor timing and that he wasn't contacting me because they were on the rocks. But as soon as I told him how I really felt about the whole thing (i.e. that it was the most entertaining train wreck of a rebound relationship that I'd ever seen), he was quick to give up on the whole friendship thing.
I pleaded with him to give me space and not to contact me while they were still together. So that's the end of that for now. Stay tuned for the next installment of the Neverending Breakup. As much as I wish this was over, I'm sure the mofo will find a way to give me a final jab. Maybe he'll even marry her out of spite. Blecht!
So what was your longest breakup?
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