Guess what I hate?
1. Guys who need timelines, timeframes, ultimatums
2. Guys who fuck with girls emotions (you are all guilty)
3. Not feeling secure in my relationship and thus seeing the need for a fucking timeframe/a piece of mind
So much for keeping it a secret.
Lying to my friends is just way too difficult & being honest means being accountable for my decision which I guess is the logical thing in this situation....
You guessed it
I fucking dumped him
Classy, I know.
I would've done it on the phone but we were both at work and he kept saying "lets talk later" and I said not a fucking option, we will talk NOW.
He couldn't give me ANY timeframe in which we would get engaged and after this amount of time, a bullshit ring shopping day, and more patience than I even knew I had, I told him to fuck off.
I said it more eloquently than that, I didn't get emotional, I kept shit simple and to the point.
My last message read, "its not enough."
He never replied. Hasn't even tried to call/email...which is fine. Doesn't show much grief on his end though, does it?
I cried for maybe 10 minutes before I dumped him when we were on the phone but after that, I was fine. I've been mentally preparing myself for this since June 1st...I've distanced myself this summer aka a lot more time spent without him than with and I really have tried to understand my emotions.
However, he really had me fooled this time that he'd made up his mind. He promised we were going to be engaged by the 2 year mark and that shit was a done deal. Even Mia felt like things had shifted and she hates X factor.
2 years, 2 months later....nada.
When is enough, enough?
I know before I had been rushing it. It'd only been 1 year and a rocky one at that...looking back, it wasn't the time to put a ring on it.
Everyone keeps asking me if this is realllllly the end.
Well, for once I called the shots and it had nothing to do with his family being crazy. So I think we have actually entered new territory.
The only way I will even look at him is if there's a giant ring, meaningful apology and a proposal that blows me out of the water.
aka the odds are fucking slim.
Now it's time to pick up the pieces, find Mr. Right Now & enjoy every last second of my summer... crying never did accomplish anything so I won't be doing that.
Fuck emotions, no time for you pesky bitches.
PS Arash the roomie said something verrrryyyy interesting last night...stay tuned for that post next!