Believe it or not, my hatred for ex #1 isn't strictly because of what happened when we dated. It's because of his behavior over the course of the relationship AND our "friendship" that followed. (We actually tried to stay "friends.") Basically, he was either a compulsive liar, or crazy, or both. Whatever the reason, he was full of surprises, and not the fun kind.
I think my hatred for him, though, mostly comes from how embarrassed I am over how gullible I was. He told me ridiculous stories about how he'd supposedly had twelve near-death experiences. He claimed to care so deeply about me, and feel so bad that he was "in love with two people," and was the "nice, understanding girl" who didn't get mad. He told me he was having auditory hallucinations, but could totally handle them without professional help, and his grandma was a professional shrink who told him they were normal. I spend months worrying about him, thinking he was going schizophrenic. And maybe he was. But it's clear now that whatever was wrong with him, he didn't want help from anyone; only attention.
Well, by the time he was announcing his decision to get a sex change, I realized that he had no idea what the hell he wanted from his life, and was just jumping from one drama-queen "revelation" to the next. It's really humiliating, how slow I was, and how long it took for me to realize that this asshole was so full of shit. I hope his flair for the dramatic lands him in a nuthouse.
How many of your romances turned to hate?
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Believe it or not, my hatred for ex #1 isn't strictly because of what happened when we dated. It's because of his behavior over the course of the relationship AND our "friendship" that followed. (We actually tried to stay "friends.") Basically, he was either a compulsive liar, or crazy, or both. Whatever the reason, he was full of surprises, and not the fun kind.
I think my hatred for him, though, mostly comes from how embarrassed I am over how gullible I was. He told me ridiculous stories about how he'd supposedly had twelve near-death experiences. He claimed to care so deeply about me, and feel so bad that he was "in love with two people," and was the "nice, understanding girl" who didn't get mad. He told me he was having auditory hallucinations, but could totally handle them without professional help, and his grandma was a professional shrink who told him they were normal. I spend months worrying about him, thinking he was going schizophrenic. And maybe he was. But it's clear now that whatever was wrong with him, he didn't want help from anyone; only attention.
Well, by the time he was announcing his decision to get a sex change, I realized that he had no idea what the hell he wanted from his life, and was just jumping from one drama-queen "revelation" to the next. It's really humiliating, how slow I was, and how long it took for me to realize that this asshole was so full of shit. I hope his flair for the dramatic lands him in a nuthouse.