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*Slightly* OT Confessions: How Much is TOO MUCH Before You'd QUIT Someone?

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Sheyne:
Well as it turns out, the ankle isn't broken - as I was first told. A more high tech x-ray showed that the stress fracture I already had in the same ankle has gotten a little worse but I have torn lots of tendons and ligaments. All things considered, a break would have been better in terms of recovery.

As for how I did it... uhh.. It has been recommended to me that I make up a great lie to make it sound better.  As I cannot bring myself to do this, I shall admit the truth, as embarrassing as it is: I was making my my way to the toilet in the middle of the night and stood on one of Will's toys.  ???  :-\  :(

Kelda:
lol!  ;D that'll teach you to put all 'em toys away!!

awww...poor Sheyne...  >:(

kirkmusic:
I haven't given it up but I do know what I want and I won't settle for what's handy so... 6 years single.  No biggie.  I'm too self focused at the moment anyway.

My too much was a guy I dated for seven months (I tried to break up after 4.  It didn't take) when I was 25.  His father was very emotionally abusive.  M found out in therapy a couple of years later that what he was looking for was someone to treat him badly.  Since I didn't he had to make up that I was.  In other words, I never knew what I was going to do or say next that he would twist around and interpret as being anti-M.  Talk about walking on eggshells.  I dreaded going home after working at Blockbuster.  Think about that.

What made things worse was after we broke up he had no job, no place to go, no money, so I adopted the co-dependent role of the caretaker and we kept living together in the same room, in the same bed.  Of course I started seeing other people and, knowing he couldn't handle it, lying about it.  I hate lying.  I will never get myself into a situation like that again.

Finally, when I made the decision to move from Orange County to San Francisco, I knew I couldn't have that kind of negativity around while I got ready to relocate.  So I went to visit my Mom for advice.  She once had to throw a fiance out of the house and knew how to go about it.  Well advised, I went home and told M that we had talked everything about us into the ground and that he was leaving that day.  No more talking.  Period.  To his credit, when I got back from work that night, every trace of him was gone.  Funny how after months of "I have nowhere to go," he found a friend to take him in so quickly.  What a relief.  Last I heard he had his own theatre production company in the midwest somewhere and was doing very well.  Good for him.

That's my too much story.  I don't tolerate unworkable situations for long.

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