I've got more s**t to say, but feel free to ignore me because I'll likely ramble.
I broke up with my girlfriend, because I'm not in a great place right now.
I kinda' hate myself, I'm broke and I don't really feel like I'm worth the effort of dating atm.
When I get in this funk, I'm MEAN.
These periods are actually what caused most of my relationship issues with other girls.
With those, I usually don't talk to them ever again, unless we chance into one another.
But of course she decided it was her fault, and got all emo,
And has been going on about how she's just never able to keep a guy.
Like, b***h, we dated for TWO YEARS. I'd call that holding on to someone.
But it wasn't always rosey.
We went to Seattle for our one-year anniversary.
I may have told this story before, but I feel like it's worth telling again.
She decided to cut me out of her life for a month while she recovered from her illness,
Which started flaring up again terribly after our weekend trip to the states.
Again, she didn't talk to me for a month because she didn't trust me not to just leave her.
So I didn't even know she was sick, I just thought she was mad at me.
I feel like that kind of illustrates how very insecure she is.
I never really felt the same level of love or trust after that.
She stopped inviting me to stay over, we were intimate far less often.
It was more like friends with benefits than anything, from my point of view.
We didn't go to dinner, she wouldn't let me cook for her.
Dates were restricted to going for drives and stuff, which is a friends-thing for me.
Hell, the last time we spent the night together was valentine's 2014.
I can't currently remember the last time we actually had sex.
So, feeling like an outsider in my own relationship, and needing to focus on myself,
I ended it.
That was new year's eve.
I decided I didn't want to be alone that day, so I went out with some friends.
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