Have half of you dated my ex?
Looking through most of these stories, I see so much that involved my ex. Somehow I put up with her for four years, but had so much off her I could have exploded more than once. Some of her classic guilt trips are as follows:
Constantly ringing/texting me when I was out with my mates to "Check I was having a good time, I think I'll have an early night, there's nothing on TV and I'm bored. But don't worry, you have a good time." Which translated as, "If you don't come home now, I'll sulk for the rest of the weekend, only answering questions with 'no' or 'fine'."
Cooking really badly so when I said I was too tired to cook I'd get, "Well I'd cook, but I know you don't like my cooking." Classic
Saying it was "fine" (always a bad word) when I said I was going to do some work on the PC next door, leaving her to watch the god-awful interior design shows on TV, within five minutes, I'd have her coming in and going "I'm bored" before sitting behind me and annoying me until I paid her attention. The same would go if I went in the other room to read, listen to the radio, or anything that meant I was out her sight.
She hated sport in all its forms, so if I asked to watch something on TV, she would be fine about it. This meant she could watch whatever she wanted for the remainder of the time, as if I mentioned I didn't like it, the reply of "Well I don't like football, but I let you watch it last week." was always looming.
She would moan about having to pay half for food, inspite the fact she ate more than half of it. She thought it wasn't fair as I earned more than her, so I should pay for everything and keep her sweet.
Oh, the final, wonderful, culmination of this came one dark night around two years ago:
We'd both gone out into Newcastle with our separate groups of friends. Within an hour, I get a text saying "I'm not feeling well, I'm going home." I reply with "Ok, are you going to bed, I'll be quiet when I get in, shouldn't be too late". I don't hear anything else all night, so presume she's gone home, taken some Night Nurse and crashed out. One thing leads to another as the night goes on and I end up out until around half 1. As I'm walking home, I note the bedroom light is on, she's fallen asleep with the lights on more than once, so not a problem. I get in and she's lying awake in bed. "What time do you call this?" I get. Being slightly drunk, I foolishly reply with "Around half 1. Why are you still up?", "I thought you weren't going to be late." "Sorry, I was out and lost track of time, then had to walk home. I thought you were ill and had gone to bed." "I had, but I couldn't sleep because I'm afraid of burglars." The conversation went downhill from there and generally ended up in me telling her she was a deranged, OCD suffering, spiteful evil person who I couldn't see myself being with any more.
Sorry this strays off-topic more than once, I'm just having a bit of a vent.
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(James_Doc, Mon 17 Oct 2005, 13:51, Reply)