Mostly in life so far I've been the dumpee...
... hopelessly sticking it out in relationships that clearly aren't working, usually (but not always) discovering by one means or another that they've been hiding someone else's sausage.

However, my most recent relationship was different. It was long distance, which I could handle, and she was absolutely lovely, which I could very much handle, but she seemed to spend about 40% of the limited time we had together questioning why I would ever want to be with her, telling me it wouldn't work, and assuring me that she had no intentions of ever coming to live near, much less with me and was in fact actively trying to get a job in another country. And for a while, that was fine, because she was funny and gorgeous and kind and incredibly sexy and actually fancied me (which was a major ego boost after an extremely unpleasant and soul-destroying previous couple of years).

But after a while it got to be wearing, and I figured this time I'm not going to stick it out way past the point where it's obviously over, this time I'm not going to sink deep into this thing so when it ends it's hell, THIS time I'm going to cut out early and end it. And she cried. And I left. And she phoned me a bit. And I came back. Then I left for good. And she phoned me a bit more. Nothing stalkery, just wanting it not to be over. But I couldn't speak to her, so all our final communications were just text, until after a few days she said she gave up. And months later I'm still left wondering whether I did the right thing.

One thing I did learn, though, is that while I know from repeated experience that getting dumped sucks, it came as quite a shock that doing the dumping is as painful as it is.

Sorry for lack of teh funneh.
(SonofRojBlake, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 20:13, Reply)