Sending me a text that says, “If you’re upset, that’s on you. I don’t want you. Bye” is not “helping [me] deal.” It’s not “helping [me] move on.” It is punching me in the stomach. And it’s fucking cruel.
When someone asks your permission to ask me out on a date, telling him to “feel free. Please take her off my hands” is one of the most disrespectful things that you could ever say about me.
His number has been removed from my phone. I feel like I can’t breathe.
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Ugh. Good riddance.
He's a douche bag. Please actually let this be the time you put your foot down and keep it there.
I love you to death. Stop fucking him.
Dude you DO NOT deserve this bullshit. Let him go to hell and rot. You're going through some twisted-as-hell emotional abuse. You're a lovely person and you deserve so much more…
I third the statements of Promo Homo and Brigit. As long as you keep letting him, he's going to keep treating you like shit. You are too beautiful, intelligent, kick-ass, and full of love to waste it on an immature dickhead.
Take care of YOU baby girl! Much love from me and you know I'm always in your corner! (I will also kick any ass that needs it.)
sweetie—
leave him. This from someone who's still letting someone fuck with my brain, because I want something simply because I can't have it.
You are younger than me by a lot. Don't do this to yourself…..
Holy shit.
That sooooo isn't worth it.
You deserve better than that. Time to move on….
huggles you tightly …i hope that you dont talk to him again. people like that have no respect for lovelies like you. and that in my book makes me want to go punt them in the head..
i don't know you and don't comment here much but – it sounds like you need a vacation and sarasota has a spare bedroom with your name on it.
Well, fucking hell. What a dick. Hang in there, sugar, there are those who will treat you right. <3
Goddamn it. I don't know how you don't have whiplash from his so-rapidly-changing moods. It's like he's one person one moment, and another the next. It'd be nice if he'd settle on one–pick one, any one, for you…
I totally agree with Promo homo.
I've never wanted to say anything about Bruiser 'cause I know it's not my place, but you deserve so much more.
Hang in there.
No more, honey. For your sake, no more. Get him out of your heart. It takes a while but there will be a time where his fuckwittery can't hurt you anymore.
Ugh. So sorry hon.
I don't get it. Friday you wrote that he busted out with "I love you" and then Sunday you write that he's told some guy who wants to ask you out to "take her off my hands"……what the fuck is wrong with this guy? And really? Why would he be mad at YOU if some guy asked HIM to take you out on a date? And who the fuck is HE that someone needs to ask HIS PERMISSION to take YOU on a date? He's not your father!
Is there more to this story? Is the guy asking permission a close friend of his?
And most importantly, leave this sorry bastard alone! I don't care if he makes you cum rivers of gold and his busts nuts of diamonds, he is a no good, sorry, scum sucking, low life, fuck wad, loser, ass fuck, pussy bitch! Yeah.
Were you standing right there when he told the guy to "take her off my hands"?
Sorry, I have so many questions.
Move on to better. The next one guy will be better than the last. Give yourself time to heal and then Move On!!! Like you paraphrased a few weeks ago: If he won't hold your hand in public, he doesn't deserve to taste you in private.
April: The guy that asked his permission is a decentish friend of The Bruiser's. Moreso that they've known each other for a long time than they are buddies that hang out on the reg. He asked permission because he was aware of the fact that him and I still had sex, and he didn't want to disrespect him by asking me out if The Bruiser still had intentions with me.
And I don't know what his deal is. He's told me that he's petrified to get hurt, and it seems to me that he opened up to me and then freaked out and had to backpedal furiously. There is no part of the story missing. What you read is exactly what happened. It gave me whiplash and pretty much shattered what was left of my heart.
And his number really is removed from my phone. Dunzo.
BTW April I fucking love you, for this especially:
"I don't care if he makes you cum rivers of gold and his busts nuts of diamonds, he is a no good, sorry, scum sucking, low life, fuck wad, loser, ass fuck, pussy bitch!"
I LAUGHED SO HARD.
…and it's all true. Well said!