Please try not to think I'm a total fucking idiot
My ex-girlfriend and I were together for nearly 4-and-a-half years. We met when I was 18 and she 17, and as such they were some pretty austere years. I headed off to Uni in Norwich 6 weeks after we met, getting back to Nottingham whenever I could to see her. As you can imagine, living on a student budget most of my spare cash went on train fare. It got easier a year later when she went to Uni in Cambridge, half the distance from Norwich, but the lower cost meant I went twice as often. Neither of us had any money.

But, and this is where you might want some sort of wipe-clean recepticle to hand, we didn't care because we were so happy together. We were lucky enough to be possessed of the joyous naivete that comes with first love, and because we only saw each other at weekends familiarity never had chance to breed contempt. All the same, it wasn't easy; we were both doing degrees with no spare spends, and therefore not much of a social life, because it was all going on travel and phone bills (this is before inclusive minutes were invented). And she was studying Law. At Cambridge. It would've done her the world of good to be able to afford to go out and get wasted once a week to blow off some steam.

We told each other it'd all be worth it once she finished. She'd landed herself a job with DLA, one of the top law firms in the country, and after she'd done her LPC back in Nottingham we'd both move to London and live happily ever after. She even said that I could stay home and look after the kids once they were born, as she'd be earning enough to support us both. This promise kept us both going through the overdrafts and the letters from credit card companies and the boring nights in front of the telly when you can't afford to go anywhere that charges anything for entry.

I met Ms Foxtrot 4 months before my ex finished her LPC. It was all over a few weeks later. We were together throughout my fruitless tenure at Uni, her final year of 'A' levels, three years of a Cambridge Law degree and my initial, underpaid forays into the job market, and I dumped her 3 months before she took up the position of Junior Solicitor on a starting wage of £42,000.

Thank god I dodged that bullet, eh?

On the upside... I am now in a much more fulfilling, positive, invigorating and joyful relationship with the most beautiful woman I've ever met, who I am absolutely positive I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Plus, shagging my ex was a bit like having sex with a slowly deflating bouncy castle.

Length? 8 years, 6 months and 15 days at the time of writing. I think I made the right choice.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 10:58, 6 replies)

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"shagging my ex was a bit like having sex with a slowly deflating bouncy castle"

Did make me chuckle..
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 11:22, closed)

^^this
office-chuckles :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 11:46, closed)

idiot
Not for dumping her before she started earning big money, but for thinking that it was a bad move. Money doesn't come into it. Besides, if you still felt the urge to shag a deflating bouncy castle, you can buy reasonably anatomically correct ones from those shops with blacked out windows.
( SteamedCleaner, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 11:46, closed)

I don't think it was a bad choice
I never have. In fact, there's a hint as to my retrospective viewpoint on the choice I made in the last line of the story
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 11:51, closed)

especially as
you'd have been married to a solicitor.

*shudder*
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 11:58, closed)

"this is where you might want some sort of wipe-clean recepticle to hand"
Well I tried, but wank as hard as I might I still couldn't come to this story...
(rampants, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 13:37, closed)