elementary, my dear sluts

i'd been dating this guy for about 5+ years. we'd been living together for most of that. i had a retirement plan, his family loved me, my family loved him, etc etc etc. so we move to new york and bullshit just took over. i worked nights and he worked days. for the first time in the course of our relationship we had different groups of friends and started not seeing so much of each other. i could feel things shifting but i didn't really want to admit to myself that it was really happening.

until i found the email. we were supposed to watch lost in translation and he was in the bathroom taking a dump. we shared a computer and he was logged on so i decided to take a peek - don't asked me why i did it, i just felt like i had to. there was an email to the girl - some skinny white vegetarian bitch at work. i printed it out (for evidence i guess) and then went straight to the bathroom and banged on the door. he must've sucked it up real quick because not 30 seconds later he was out. i proceeded to scream at him, punching and kicking. not a pretty sight. we officially broke up end of september. our lease didn't end until end of january. we didn't even last 1 year in new york.

it doesn't end there. their bdays are both in november. he went away one weekend to boston, saying he was staying w/ a coworker and his family. and then came back, saying he had taken some really great photos. so i wanted to see them. but he kept telling me they weren't uploaded yet. how fucking long does it take to upload photos? so guess what i did. and guess what they were. oh shit. so i asked him again. and he was like "they're not ready yet." and i said "hey guess what, i saw them already." his face fell off.

in the month leading up to xmas i was in full psycho mode. i was checking his hotmail account at least once a day. i saw itineraries and e-tickets for a flight out to washington state for xmas (to be w/ girl and her family) and i decided to ask him if he had any xmas plans. "not yet." mind you, we were still living in our apt together at this time. so xmas eve he just takes off w/o a word to anyone. and i emailed him all kinds of terrible shit - i hope your plane crashes, etc etc etc.

fast forward to february-ish. we're both living in brooklyn at our respective shitholes. i got a gift on valentine's day - flowers and the boardgame SORRY! which i guess would be pretty sweet if i hadn't caught him in lies+100. i made him beg, i made him cry. but after all that shit i kicked him to the curb. now he's in san francisco living w/ another white girl that all our friends think is wrong for him and i'm still in bk, happy as a pig in a shithole.

in retrospect, i can understand why he wanted to end things but it would've been much cooler of him to be straight up about it.

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