Breaking up …
Insignificant other – I want to break up with you
Blogger – Really? Why?
IO – I just want to
B – What is your reason? What is the story behind it?
B- That will only make a 20 word post. Come back here, you selfish prick
IO – Why do you always have to know why about everything?
B– because the “why” matters. It gives things meaning. You can’t just cause random pain and injury and refuse to give someone closure. ..or at least the courtsey of a decent blog post, you ass.
IO- Yes I can. I can do whatever I want to do. The universe centers around me, not your fucking blog
B- I hate when you say that “F” word. It makes me feel disrepected
IO- I never say that word. You are thinking of someone else. You have some ptsd about your past, and you project old situations onto me.
Your bipolar disorder makes you out of touch with reality. You misinterpret things i say
I am always trying to build your self confidence. That is what i believe in. You should know that by now
IO– you are always blogging when I am on the phone with you. I told you many times….i can hear you clicking the keys..
B– I tried to type softly
IO– that is deceptive and disrespectful
B– while you were on the phone with me, you would tell me to wait…while you took calls on your other cell phone…
talked to other people for 15 minutes at a time…went to the drug store and talked to the clerk…
went to the deli and ordered food and told me it was too loud in there for you to hear …you i just made me wait for you…listen to you interact with other people. ..wait ..wait…
IO- you have to wait for me. I am the center of the universe. There are times to stop blogging and pay attention to your partner
B– I would have stopped anytime, when you turned your attention onto me and our conversation
IO– you were abusive and insensitive. You did not focus on me
B- I stayed on the phone for 4 ot 5 hours at a time, because you asked me too, and sacrificed things i had to do
IO– you never sacrificed enough. I am the center. I need attention. I could hear you clicking. .on the keys..and not paying attention to me
B– I always stopped when you turned back to our conversation. How can i just sit and do nothing for 5 to 8 hours a day, while i like listen to you do other things
IO– YOU HAVE TO
IO- because that is your role
B– why are you breaking up with me?
IO– why do you have to always bring everything back to you? Everything Isn’t About You !
B– This break up makes a sucky blog post. Can’t you give a reason that makes sense or even a proper good bye?
IO– yes obviously I could. I do not feel like expending that much effort on you. You are not worth it.
B– I see
IO– now i will not say that i am leaving you. I am not breaking up with you right now.
You can wait and wonder. The more confusion there is, the more you will suffer.
Lets look at houses on the internet. I want you to show me a beautiful house, so that i can tell i will buy it for us to live in.
But one day i will randomly hang up the phone and never call you again. There will be no argument, no misunderstanding…well unless i fabricate something.
There will be no warning whatsoever. You will never see it coming.
IO– i told you…sooner or later, everyone turns on me.
B-i don’t do that
IO- sooner or later, all of the women turn on me..they say i abused them..when in reality they abuse me. You will do the same.
My last girlfriend sent a lawyer to break up with me for her
IO- don’t take her side! See i told you…it is already beginning. .everyone turns on me..
B-are we breaking up or not? I would like clarification
IO- that sounds like a demand. Everything is not about you….i can hear you clicking the keys on your laptop..
B- no I stopped earlier in the conversation, when you said it bothered you
I have always tried to do what you ask
IO- that makes you look good, doesn’t it ? Everything is not about you !
Everything is about ME
B– yes i know
IO– when i break up with you, you wont see it coming. I will hang up in mid conversion. I will never answer your calls again
but until then I love you so you must serve me
Stop clicking the keys…i want you to listen and pay attention while i put the phone down on the bed, scream and yell into my empty apt, until it hurts your brain. ..throw things and trash my apt…
If you stop listening. .or tune it out by clicking on those keys, then i will threaten to stab these scissors through my neck
B– are there any scissors there?
IO– you will never know. That is the point. It is worse for your mental stability, if you have to wonder if there are scissors or if i am intentionally fucking with your head..
B– i hate when you say that word fucking
IO– i never say that word. You are having ptsd and your brain is projecting old relationships and blaming me.
You are being abusive. Just like all of my other girlfriends. Demanding. ..telling me what i can say..
everyone turns on me…