My last ex dumped me on New Years Eve
My last ex girlfriend dumped my on New Years Eve, when it
was about to be 2003. Why am I still bitter? I'm Not.
Its just that it really sucked. We went to a bar that wa open
all night long, one where we used to go pretty frequently
and were good friends with the main bartender. It was just
a shitty little dive bar, but it had its perks. It was an Irish
bar so they Guiness and Boddingtons on tap. They played
a lot of good music, and it was less than a block away from
where we lived. New Years Eve, Dec 31 2002, we went up there
about 20 to 12, saw the ball drop on TV, drank champagne toasted,
kissed, hugged, ....great time had by all. Just like all
of you do every year. About 3:30/4 o'clock the bartender,
whom at one point refered to me as family, mistook a gesture
I made and thought that I was going to hit my girlfriend,
or something along those lines, so he told me. (Mind you,
I do believe very strongly that the most cowardly thing
a man can to do a woman is be abusive to her.) Meanwhile we
were goofing around having a good time, not hitting eachother,
and he comes around the bar grabs me by the back of the neck
and drags me outside. This is not some guy that I would want
to get in to it with, he's pretty big. So what happens,
we get in to it, we solve the problem, blah, blah, blah. Back
inside he buys me a drink, all is forgotten. Next my girlfriend
tells me she's thinking about moving out, to make her
dad happy. Cause he didn't actaully know that we were
living together. I'm telling her to stay, to stand
up to her parents to make her own decision, something that
she hadn't done too much of in her day. So we're
kinda going back and forth on this, and we're talking
pretty loud. What happens then? He comes back around the
bar grabs me again, and this time it falls apart we're
yelling at eachother screaming throwing punches, he threatens
to kill me and tells me that she's not going home with
me tonight, and all this type of shit. And I'm just like,
can't she decide what she's going to do on her own?
Apparently not, I went inside, he wouldn't even let
me get close to her, he grabbed my jacket through it to me
and said "get out". So I did. I walked home tried
to call her on her cell, but it was turned off. So she went
home with this guy that night and I said no more. I spent the
next few hours of the morning packing all her shit up and
piling it by my door. She ended up moving in with this guy
staying with him for who knows how long, I didn't care
enough to keep track after about a month. Needless to say,
I haven't a girlfriend since then, and often blame
it ont that night. The past year and few months have just
picking up girls at bars, and one night stands, and having
5, 6, even 7 "girl-friends" at a time. Am I wrong?
Should I have dealt with this differently? I think it just
made me realise that I didn't need a girlfriend, persay,
to be happy.
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