Christmas and Bad Breakups…
December 28, 2005
We were everywhere for the past two weeks. I guess there's no need to elaborate on this because the pics I posted would show you how much fun we've been having so far… Oh no, I don't have anything to wear yet for Chris' New Year party.
Too many sms and phone calls wishing me all the best in the world… How touching! I wasn't able to greet everyone though so I apologize. I promise not to be lazy in sending sms next year…
Everything was going great. I was having fun with my best friends and so thankful I didn't stay home. What would ruin my Christmas??? Hmmm… gaining 5 lbs, tendinitis, or getting so intoxicated and removing my shirt in public???…
12:20AM, Christmas morning. My phone was ringing non stop. Only “call” appeared. I thought it was long distance so I answered. “Hi Alvs, Merry Christmas”. I recognized the voice. Someone from the past. Oh no, why did I answer the phone? “Oh thanks! Merry Christmas to you too”. It was my ex. asking me out. She wants to have coffee or dinner anytime soon… What for? All my friends were against it. They all think I'm stupid to give in. I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it if I go…
When it comes to relationships, is there such a thing as second chance? Now, I believe that there are no friendly breakups. Yes, it's true in my case. There was no soul-shriveling testaments of mutual respect and admiration when we broke up. It was really bad – cheap insults, hate sex, shattered egos, and smashed plates. “It’s hard to be civil, even if you have the best intentions,” says Ian Kerner, relationship counselor, best-selling author, and cohost of Discovery Health Channel’s Love on the Rocks. Yes, we have to go through the anger to get to the catharsis. I don't have a public image to protect so there's no need to go on national tv and say “we remain committed and loving friends”… But I never went through pathetic stupid things that I would have regretted in the morning – messy breakup sex disguised as makeup sex, drunk dialing, nasty emails, stalking, and backstabbing. I remember what John Gray says, relationship guru who wrote Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, “Men tend to seek revenge by indiscriminately trying to get laid. It's like a man starving in the desert who suddenly comes across steak and omelletes. “
Maybe I got scared, with all the sms, phones, and blogs that will make sure that gossip gets passed around like herpes. I'm so glad that I never announced to the world that my ex was double-timing lunatic with patch of hair on her tits when we broke up. One thing I learned in life – never burn bridges… Thank God I let go of my ex because I don't want to become that creepy guy who wants to hang around with his ex and her new man… That would have been so sad!
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hmmmmmmm. hate sex. hate sex for christmas sounds yummy. definitely better than fruitcake. In my opinion, you should have went out with her, banged her, and left. Feelings don't always have to be involved anyway when you have sex. It can always be just that. A good fuck. You are both single anyway, so I don't see anything wrong with that. But I have no morals of course so quite a few people would disagree with me. But you must admit there is some undeniable piece of logic in my opinion. It's really not too late you know. New Year's creeping up real fast.
Posted by Adam Mordo at December 28, 2005, 5:33 pmhmmm…now that's something to think about really…getting off from a real bad break up and proving yourself man enough not to disgrace your ex even when you feel so itchy to do it just to get back at her. i suppose you still have your sanity intact and that you still have respect for yourself…break ups are really hard for a guy…i know that even if i'm not a guy. much more painful for you guys even if you don't tell tales of how you cope with them.
it is a good thing to let go of the past and not live within it!
about the Ex, I think it's good that you took her call. At least you don't come off bitter.
I mean compared to me; Every year, I call all my ex girlfriends and say something to the effect of:
"Hey baby. It's me, Mike, the guy you dumped two years ago. I'm drunk and I wanted to tell you that I wrote a poem for you. Do you want to hear it? Ok, here it goes: "You're a whore." Did you like that? Because I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope a pack of wild dogs attacks you in Luneta while pigeons shit on you. Have a good night. Oh and I hope you die."
Posted by Mike at December 28, 2005, 5:25 pm