So, I had a shit day at work yesterday, only to have an equally shit day today. I’ve been sat at work taking shit off of dissatified customers all day looking forward to 5.30 when I can go home and rest.
Only to get home and get a text message from my girlfriend Fiona saying she wants to end things… What the fuck?!
“Don’t know how your gonna feel about this but I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think we should be in a relationship anymore, doesn’t seem we’re in a relationship anymore anyway.” Is what I got.
To which I replied, “Why doesn’t it seem like we’re in a relationship? I know we don’t see a lot of each other but that’s coz we’re both bogged down with work, I certainly am at the moment, but if you don’t wanna be with me I’m not going to guilt you into changing your mind.”
Then I didn’t get an answer to my question, just, “Hope he can still be okay?”
Yeah right, the first thing I did was remove your face from my Facebook. That’s how it works these days right?
Granted we don’t see a lot of each other, between me being at work all day and her working at a hotel and going to college, when do we have time to see each other? Maybe I haven’t text her as much as I could, but I don’t text anyone unless they text me. If I have nothing to say, then I don’t say it.
She said to my mate Bill earlier today that she was going to have a word with me about things, I said to him, she didn’t even have a word she just ended it. She told him we were having problems before she told me! She knows how much work is getting to me at the moment and I thought would have had the decency to at least let me get through this week so I can breathe a bit. Or even have the decency to talk to me face to face rather than end it by text message which is like, the ultimate insult and after everything we had been through thought she’d have had more respect than that.
I’ve never loved anyone as much as I loved her and just like every other woman in my life, reached into my chest, pulled out my heart, lit a cigarette, smoked it and stamped it out right on my aorta.
Relationships are overrated and I think I’ll remain single for the rest of my life and go back to being “asshole Peter”.
Much easier that way.