My therapist said not to see him no more
I was supposed to be on a plane to Hawaii today, but instead, I'm taking Colleen's advice, four months late but better than never, and going to see a therapist.
What you don't see in that picture of the breakwater at the south end of the beach at Santa Cruz, is Jack, but he was there, Gentle Reader. You'll just have to take my word for it. I cut him out of the picture, and, it would seem out of my life.
I had been rehearsing the speech for a week. Wrote it down, even. Then, that day on the beach, recited only a very small part of it to him. It went like this: I know you make the rules in this relationship, and you know I like it that way, but I get to choose what I will and won't tolerate. I will be your just-friend, I will be your girlfriend, but what I won't be is your second choice. I can't be with you if you're thinking about someone else. It hurts too much.
And then the man who said these things to me, and who said, when I told him I was moving to California, "I'm going to be awesome for you, Sass."; the man who promised he'd never abandon me, and that he'd always have my back, said this: Then don't be with me.
James's "Laid" continues here.
What you don't see in that picture of the breakwater at the south end of the beach at Santa Cruz, is Jack, but he was there, Gentle Reader. You'll just have to take my word for it. I cut him out of the picture, and, it would seem out of my life.
I had been rehearsing the speech for a week. Wrote it down, even. Then, that day on the beach, recited only a very small part of it to him. It went like this: I know you make the rules in this relationship, and you know I like it that way, but I get to choose what I will and won't tolerate. I will be your just-friend, I will be your girlfriend, but what I won't be is your second choice. I can't be with you if you're thinking about someone else. It hurts too much.
And then the man who said these things to me, and who said, when I told him I was moving to California, "I'm going to be awesome for you, Sass."; the man who promised he'd never abandon me, and that he'd always have my back, said this: Then don't be with me.
James's "Laid" continues here.
Labels: Jack, life in California
6 Comments:
No words. Just a lot of good juju coming at you from down the coast.
Hawaii's overrated anyway. Trust me; I grew up there. You're not missing a lot. It's hot and sandy and humid and the locals hate white people.
Hope that helps a little. :)
Allow me to say the ever so f'ing obvious...that's really harsh. And now, I really don't like him.
:O
What else is there to say?
Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Men suck, don't they? You deserve better. Positive thoughts headed your way from FL...
The thing I don't get about us, is why we put up with it? I can't answer it for you and I sure as hell can't answer it for me. It's so easy to tell someone else to get out of that, but when it's us, we can only think of the other great things about the guy and we let it go...Or hopefully not this time.
Post a Comment
<< Home