So I've been sort of dating this chick for a little over two years. When we first started out, we would date once or twice a week. I got fired from my first job here in El Salvador; but nothing much changed. I got a better job. I was already showing symptoms of my disease since before I got fired; but they weren't too bad. I got hired at another place, even better job. Higher pay. Then I got so sick I had to quit that job.
From then on, her visits went from once a week to once a month, then there was a period when she didn't come here for like three months. Now, understand this: My house is closer to her job than hers is, it costs her less money to come here, and when she comes here she doesn't have to deal with her whiny, grown ass kids (the youngest is high school age, by that goddamned age you should be able to make yourself some goddamned food), she doesn't have to cook, because nobody is allowed to cook in my kitchen, except me, so I cook for her, and she gets more restful sleep too. She has told me that.
After that three month period, I told her I was going to start dating other people. She told me she still loved me, even though she knew full well I was fucking other women.
She came over here a couple more times after that. A month apart. Last night I was gonna call her, and I thought "when was the last time she came to see me?" A fucking month ago!
Now, since the onset of my disease full-on, which has lasted about a year, I have had many episodes of it. Some of which have brought me to the brink of death. Including this whole past weekend (that's why I didn't blog over the weekend). Throughout that period, who has cared for me? Nobody! I've had to figure out how not to die all on my own.
Now you'd think once a woman realizes her man is so pissed at her that he's dating other women (and by the way, just last week she asked me to marry her, I think maybe because she wants my house), you'd think she'd want to spend more time with him. You'd think so; but you'd be wrong. That is why I will never marry any woman unless she is like super rich. So I can get half in the divorce.
So last night, I did call her. I told her that I would continue to be her friend; but our romantic relationship is OVAR. I will not call her again. What for? To waste my goddamned minutes? Thanks; but no thanks. What am I? A fucking eejit? This woman is either cheating on me or she doesn't love me anymore. Neither of those things are acceptable to me any longer.
I can get lots more girls, and way hotter than her quite easily. This is something that a lot of women do not realize. Men have options too. And it's as many as you have.
If you are careless with my heart, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
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