She tried and succeeded
I'm not sure if storming out of a house early on a crisp Sunday morning makes me the dumper or the dumpee but I suppose the little details like that are not important.

My second "proper" relationship started out of her infidelity which is not a good sign to begin with. She took a sudden liking to me, ditched the (by all standards, not a brilliant person. For anyone) bf and shacked up with me. The year hasn't long begun at this point and a few months of bliss pass by, with me thinking seriously about settling down with this one as she does appear to be a keeper.

Now to try and get on a tangent that can relate somewhat to the question. Towards the end of the year things changed a lot. It was the typical kind of thing that people tend to pick up on. Lots of time one the phone talking to a single person. Lots of tapping things out on the computer to said person. I had really curbed a lot of my jealous streak after my last relationship ended because of it so this sort of stuff I let slide until the real beginning of the end.

She went out across the country to see him, with me in tow (wasn't allowed to go on her own). We all met up with this guy's mates and stayed at a place with beer and lots of TV/Internet. I didn't really enjoy it apart from the beer (couldn't hold a conversation with them to save my life) and it was at that point I realised that something "Was Not Right".

After returning from the trip, the niggling feeling in that back of my head that I had supressed for so long managed to get some control over me. I'm not proud of what I did ladies and gents - I started snooping.

Seems it was for good reason too, it turns out that a lot of my fears were being confirmed one by one. She was definitely considering playing away with this guy. So a party at her place was pretty much a perfect time to do the deed.

It turns out that they had been talking over MSN, using the L word and talking about being soulmates right under my nose. Literally - I was in the room at the time. I can't remember much more about that night except for scrawling some note about how unhappy I was, going to sleep, waking up, confronting her then grabbing my stuff and leaving sharpish.

The only problem with this is that it is a Sunday and there is no bus service that will get me back to my town for another 3 hours. I was in such a bad state that I decided walking home was a lot better than sticking around. I really, really needed to get away. So begins the 8 mile walk home, across main roads with no pavement with my gear slung over my shoulder.

I came close to being roadkill quite a few times due to me not thinking in my usual straight line and at one point I became lost and had to backtrack a mile. By the time I was in my town, bus services were running again and a very kind driver let me ride the last couple of hundred yards for free. Best bus driver ever in my opinion and my best experience with public transport. So that's two QOTWs out of the way, well, kind of :)

I know I ramble a lot, I just had to get it out of my system.

Mr. B
(MrBlue ding!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 21:28, Reply)