Weasel
The last Mrs. Flake was a piece of work. I've got to admit, she certainly saw me coming. And not just because it sprayed her eyes, either.

After finally waking up to the fact that she was swindling me (to the tune of £10,000 by the time I woke up) I threatened to cut off the supply of money, on the pretext that "if we're going to get a house it's going to cost a fair amount of cash up front, cash which I'll need to save."

I was half-tempted to 'fess up and say I'd had enough and good riddance, but I figured I'd weasel out and encourage her to do the chucking. Keep the moral high ground, and all that. Or at least keep the "oh, woe is me, I've been dumped" opportunity for some sympathy. (Bit difficult to get sympathy for being dumped when you're grinning broadly when telling people, but that's by the by.)

Anyway, after the supply of money stopped, so did the communication. After several curt conversations followed by a week of blissful silence from her I figured the time was ripe for a "chat". So I called her up and said the immortal words which are the subject of this week's question. After dodging the issue for several minutes she finally came clean and said she wanted out. Result! I could barely keep the serious tone to my voice when I said goodbye, I was grinning that hugely. Haven't heard from her since, and my bank balance is swelling monthly. Well, it would be if it wasn't for all the toys I've been buying. But at least the money's going on me and not her.

Fuck's sake. Ten grand. And the sex wasn't even that great. If I was going to blow that much I could at least have gone to some professionals for some truly pornographic memories.

Still, I suppose I can't be the first person to use "we have to talk" as a way to engineer the other person into doing the dumping.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 20:00, Reply)