Time of Death, 9:10 pm

Ah well, another relationship comes to an inevitable end. I can't get into the dramatic details, because really it wasn't so dramatic. I'd been rehearsing it in my head for over a week. What I would say, how I would order my thoughts, build up to a climate end. Although it didn't go down exactly how I envisioned it (what does?) I do feel really good in the verbal smack-down I administered. There's nothing quite like telling somebody who you have felt abandoned by how emotionally immature they are and how bad they are at handling things.

To be honest it felt doomed from the start. Sure, I entertained fantasies now and then that he might come around to the whole long distance thing. Me, writing him poignant love letters that he would read from a Navy ship docked in some exotic sea. It would have been oh so retro and romantic. But I always knew the relationship had a rigid shelf life, and even that was causing me some amount of stress. And then, the whole family issues thing happened, which I was willing to roll with, but as I have said before, only up to a certain point. Meanwhile, I grew accustomed to his absence and had already starting living a life without him. Yeah, it sucks, it always does, especially when the breakup occurs not over martinis at a chic lounge with you in your sexiest, yeah asshat, you'll totally miss me when I'm gone little black dress (which I had been saving for the occasion), but over the phone with the person you're in the process of extricating yourself from being frustratingly unresponsive.

But nonetheless, I stated my case, highlighted what I think he did wrong, pointing out what I deserved that I wasn't getting, mourning his inability to honor the good in what we had, tsk-tsking at his inability to at least pretend that I meant a little to him, even suggesting he take a few days to collect his thoughts so we could discuss it more maturely. Because there is nothing worse than breaking up with non-sequitors. Grunt a couple times and call it a day? I think not. So, boys who are reading this post, perhaps I sound harsh and perhaps I sound like a ball-buster. So be it. Perhaps I harped a bit on his personal short comings. I take none of it back.

On to greener pastures.

Over and out.