Foo - And I just told her.. ''go away''

Wow, I think that was quite possibly one of the worst feelings of my life.. thought fer sure she was avoiding me.. and well, it's a long story. Asked her if we would of even talked tonight if I hadn't worked the overnite shift.. She said ''yeah, of course.. I was busy but you know after I was done we'd get some beers - cuz we're friends'' .. she said 'something' like that or something, yeah sorry I'm a little drunk right now. Anyways, when I heard that I told her then to ''go away'' ..and Jeesus I feel soooo much better.. I can't believe the power she had over me. And btw, she went away.. and life is good (and only a little while ago it was ABSOLUTE hell). Thanku Jeebus for curing me.. All I had to say was the magic words. ''Go Away''


Amen.

:beer:

...glad to hear you're on the mend; keep in mind what you already know deep down - that there is no "cure" but work we do to move on and live. Welcome back to the living :)

What do you think God told Adam and Eve when they totally disrespected His authori-tay?

"Go away."

And it was good.

Is this the married one?

...glad to hear you're on the mend; keep in mind what you already know deep down - that there is no "cure" but work we do to move on and live. Welcome back to the living :)

D00d, I dunno.. this is almost some scarry *****. Less than an hour ago I was a sick, sick man.. I was losen it for real. Now, I am 'normal' .. She's probably upstairs thinking I'm sulking or hurting, but I somehow feel 'normal' - which after being sick and on the verge of insanity actually feels like euphoric 'liberation' .. All it took was like 30 seconds to kick in, this isn't normal is it?

yup.. I'm going to give it another couple hours, and if by then I am still back to my normal self I'll call the catholic church and inform them of a miracle. :beer:

Well, I'll keep my fingers crossed, but I won't hold my breath. ;)

All it took was like 30 seconds to kick in, this isn't normal is it?

It gets better.

You just hang in and work with it until it does and your confidence will come as well. Noone is absolutely "normal"; emotional swings are natural when a substantial change in your life has taken place. In fact, one thing to think about is how this stress affects you physically, taking care not to get chronic fatigue or something like that. I have found cycling to always be there to help me and keep me interested in working out.

When you find someone that appreciates you there is nothing like it...

Wow, I think that was quite possibly one of the worst feelings of my life.. thought fer sure she was avoiding me.. and well, it's a long story. Asked her if we would of even talked tonight if I hadn't worked the overnite shift.. She said ''yeah, of course.. I was busy but you know after I was done we'd get some beers - cuz we're friends'' .. she said 'something' like that or something, yeah sorry I'm a little drunk right now. Anyways, when I heard that I told her then to ''go away'' ..and Jeesus I feel soooo much better.. I can't believe the power she had over me. And btw, she went away.. and life is good (and only a little while ago it was ABSOLUTE hell). Thanku Jeebus for curing me.. All I had to say was the magic words. ''Go Away''


Amen.

:beer:

We all have to have that feeling at least once in our lives. :)


I had a girlfriend of 2 years that I finally dumped (this was about 6 or 7 years ago), and when I did I swear to god I felt like a man just released from prison.

Why all the drama in your life

Wow, I think that was quite possibly one of the worst feelings of my life.. thought fer sure she was avoiding me.. and well, it's a long story. Asked her if we would of even talked tonight if I hadn't worked the overnite shift.. She said ''yeah, of course.. I was busy but you know after I was done we'd get some beers - cuz we're friends'' .. she said 'something' like that or something, yeah sorry I'm a little drunk right now. Anyways, when I heard that I told her then to ''go away'' ..and Jeesus I feel soooo much better.. I can't believe the power she had over me. And btw, she went away.. and life is good (and only a little while ago it was ABSOLUTE hell). Thanku Jeebus for curing me.. All I had to say was the magic words. ''Go Away''


Amen.

:beer:

Those words will do it for sure, good to know you are better.

Amen.

Wow, last night after telling her to 'go away' she came back downstairs to ''see how I was doin'' and I was almost embarassed to tell her just how well I was.. infact she seemed a little distressed to know just how much better I was feeling. Then she ended up telling me that some things that she had told me about which were distressing my life were just made up stuff. She said it was meant as a 'joke' .. I said, ''A joke'' ? ..She said yeah, it was a joke, a ****ed up joke like the one she told about throwing cans at homeless ppl. I said; ''no... throwing cans at homeless ppl is 'funny' ..but the stuff you told me, I don't get it.. what's the punch line?'' Then I got it.. it was all a joke at 'my' expense, when i realised this I was grinning ear to ear and I told her.. ''wow, you're really twisted'' .. All this time I thought I knew this person as a sincere, genuine and caring person when in reality there was a part of her that was sick and twisted, beyond belief. She was the 'real' Hannabal Lecter. Then she told me that she was glad I was better and that she thought of us as ''just casual friends'' .. as though it wasn't already easy enough to get over her, she was apparantly trying to make it all the easier.. wow.

Well, turns out I know some things about her, that I have kept from her to protect her peace of mind.. Up until now I didn't believe these things, but now I am pretty sure that anything she has told could, and certainly much of it is.. a lie. And I wrote her an e-mail today to tell her about it.. becz, I am a vindictive mother****er. Amen.. here it is. (only her name *******, my exgf name *** and the profanities are **** out. btw).





Wow, what a bomb shell, ha? *******, last night what
you did was to tell me one too many lies, which has
led me to conclude that about anything you've ever
told me is quite possibly, (actually probably) a lie..
But more importantly I now know, and for the first
time believe, that there is, shall we say; a' very
likely' probability that everything I've heard about
you is quite possibly true.
Wow, too think I almost drove one of my closest and
most loyal friends to end her life after she lost her
brother, so that I could stay in a relationship with.
. you. I can't even begin to imagine what I put her
through, because I was loyal to.. you.

Wow man.. you really had me fooled, although yes,
every now and then you wouldn't keep your story(s)
straight about things like being offered a job at
amgen, actually quite a few times you didn't keep your
stories straight. Like the times you'd tell me that
''I can't wait to go home and **** my husband!'' ..
''Oh, I don't have sex with my husband, I stopped
having sex with him a year and a half ago.''

And yet I believed you and believed in you because I
wanted to..

What made you such a head case? Why? Seriously, I
don't get it. You are an attractive young
professional, you are a good mother, you are married
to a wealthy man.



You know the thing about head games *******? Like any
other game, more than one person can play..


>>>Warning: If you are wise you'll stop reading..
here.<<<


So.. you kept on reading, I guess you're not so
bright, huh? okay.
My haitian friends told me about you, *******
********.. That right there sounds like an obvious
lie (or ''fabrication'' if you will) doesn't it? But
sometimes that's how you know when somebody is being
absolutely truthful, - when the story they're telling
you is seemingly beyond belief.

Tell me, how does someone come to find out your last
name, when all they know is a few vague details about
you such as your first name and the fact that you work
the night shift at *****? About three months ago I was
asking this very same question of someone else.
''*******'' is a very common name after all, and the
haitian community in greater boston is very big and
spread out.. so what are the odds that someone would
just happen to know the same haitian ppl - that know
(of) you? And yes, how the **** would these ppl be
able to tell *** your last name - given that their are
so many ppl named '*******' out there?.. Her
explanation did not make any sense, and furthermore I
considered it an insult to my intelligence that she
would tell me such a story and then insist that it was
true.. she even swore to ''God'' and to her that's a
big deal. It was such a ludicrisly rediculus claim,
and I demanded for days on end to be told the truth
about how she came to know your last name.

And then my world shook.. when I was given convincing
evidence that this was EXACTLY how they found out. ***
finally agreed to call her haitian friend and put me
on three way connection.. *** told this woman that she
was in some deep **** over the stunt she pulled by
calling the HR at ***** and that she thought it was a
bad idea to have done that, and she also told this
woman that she thought that maybe they had given her
the wrong person as well. At no time did *** mention
your name with this woman.. the woman on the other end
of the line was the first one to do that.

''You are talking about ******* ********, yeah? ***, I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW, and everything I told you about that
'****ing b****' is true. I gave you the right person
***. *** I can't believe you still wasting your
feelings on that *****, she's not worth it, she's not
worth it ***...''


When I heard that my jaw just hit the floor and broke
into a million pieces.. I was SURE that *** was lying
to me, I was never so sure of anything in my whole
life. Her story was SO unbelievable, SO farfetched..
and then I find out it's all true.

What a microscopic little rain drop of a world we live
in, huh?..


But you know *******, I refused to believe what these
ppl said about you. Even though this ground shaking
revelation was shown to be true, their allegations
against your character were still nothing more than
hear-say and rumours to me. I thought I knew you well
enough to be sure that whatever they said was just the
outgrowth of a community that talks too much and is
prone to being jealous of those ppl who were perhaps
outspoken and/or well off (like you).

I kept all of this from you for obvious reasons, and
also because in the end I decided that neither this
unbelievable coincidence nor what ever these ppl
claimed mattered to me.


You remember me asking you about the haitian community
one day when you were giving me a ride to school? The
conversation began by us talking about your "friends"
and at one point you told me that you met someone from
the Nigerian maffia. (btw, you 'really' thought I
would believe that ****? -yeah, that's funny to me).
Do you remember I asked you how ''small'' the haitian
community was, and I was inquiring how easy it was to
find ppl who knew of an acquaintance? Well, apparantly
the haitian community is pretty small after all, and
among them you have the distinction of first-name
recognition. You are truly (in)famous *******.

Imagine, all this time you are bragging/exaggerating
or perhaps outright lying about your maffi
''connections'' - well, you ain't got nothin on ***..
she's got the real haitian connections, where as all
you know are some lousy italians, man that's just..
sad. Your own ppl connected against you and you know
what? you should know that no money changed hands to
obtain the information regarding your reputation, they
gave you up for free.


What's the world coming to when you can't even date an
african man outside your community without him being able to find out that you
are a ''harlot'' who can't even cheat with other ppls
husbands within her own community because of her
history being known to all... yep, sucks for you.

Red, you are ever the one shining beacon that makes me feel incredibly relieved and satisfied about my continued singledom.

^^ +1. Yes, I am also that one shining beacon that makes 'me' feel incredibly relieved and satisfied about my singledom too. (if that makes any sense). :)

It makes perfect sense.

I think Red House just lost his soul mate.

D00d, I dunno.. this is almost some scarry *****. Less than an hour ago I was a sick, sick man.. I was losen it for real. Now, I am 'normal' .. She's probably upstairs thinking I'm sulking or hurting, but I somehow feel 'normal' - which after being sick and on the verge of insanity actually feels like euphoric 'liberation' .. All it took was like 30 seconds to kick in, this isn't normal is it?

If you were "normal" and okay with it, I'm thinking you probably wouldn't have bothered writing that long e-mail. Normally after a breakup, I start feeling okay relatively quickly, but then realize I'm just avoiding the pain.

I think Red House just lost his soul mate.


Demons don't have souls, she was just borrowing his for the meantime.

Wow, last night after telling her to 'go away' she came back downstairs to ''see how I was doin'' and I was almost embarassed to tell her just how well I was.. infact she seemed a little distressed to know just how much better I was feeling. Then she ended up telling me that some things that she had told me about which were distressing my life were just made up stuff. She said it was meant as a 'joke' .. I said, ''A joke'' ? ..She said yeah, it was a joke, a ****ed up joke like the one she told about throwing cans at homeless ppl. I said; ''no... throwing cans at homeless ppl is 'funny' ..but the stuff you told me, I don't get it.. what's the punch line?'' Then I got it.. it was all a joke at 'my' expense, when i realised this I was grinning ear to ear and I told her.. ''wow, you're really twisted'' .. All this time I thought I knew this person as a sincere, genuine and caring person when in reality there was a part of her that was sick and twisted, beyond belief. She was the 'real' Hannabal Lecter. Then she told me that she was glad I was better and that she thought of us as ''just casual friends'' .. as though it wasn't already easy enough to get over her, she was apparantly trying to make it all the easier.. wow.

Well, turns out I know some things about her, that I have kept from her to protect her peace of mind.. Up until now I didn't believe these things, but now I am pretty sure that anything she has told could, and certainly much of it is.. a lie. And I wrote her an e-mail today to tell her about it.. becz, I am a vindictive mother****er. Amen.. here it is. (only her name *******, my exgf name *** and the profanities are **** out. btw).

Sounds like my ex. Congrats, you're free brotha. :beer: