"i'm not even sorry"
it's funny the things we'll do to make ourselves not feel like total c-nuts.

But in the end, it doesn't matter how you set it up to fall apart - your true feelings will be expressed.

She happened to be a love of mine, and she was going to be the one i would spend the rest of my life (thanks, you selfish self-centred cuntdamn whore). But that disastrous breakup is for another QOTW, and all that is important is that i was leaving a steady 4 year relationship for that one.

So, in leaving my then girlfriend i began a gradual stepback initiative, which sparked off in a way Rube Goldberg would be impressed.

I reclaimed money i was owed.
I quietly removed my stuff from her house.
I became passive aggressive.
I became distant and disconcerting.
I began to not text back.
I began to not pick up the phone.
I made plans without her.
I went on holiday without telling her.
I generally encouraged my friends to cold-shoulder her.

Eventually, things came to a head. And she started the conversation in the pub. I knocked back my scotch (and a Tomatin 12 at that) and we walked home.

I told her we'd grown apart. It was me, not her. We just weren't meant for each other.

And after all hints, she still bothered me. Cried a little. And i lost the rag.

"I'm not even sorry. I've never loved you."

Her innocence shed the moment i said that; she turned on heel and slammed the door. We haven't spoken for 2 years.

And now? Karma has a way of having the last laugh. I'm losing the girl that's making my life worthwhile in the same bloody way. Such is life, i suppose.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Thu 12 Jun 2008, 2:13, Reply)