Worst Mistake
Last September 5, 2005 my 62-month and 24-day relationship with the most wonderful woman that I’ve ever met ended in a way I never imagined. For over 5 years I believed that my ex-gf would never even dare say, “quits” on me… that she will be so in love with me that she’ll endure any kind of pain and suffering just to be with the one she truly loves, me. Well, that was true for 62 months and 23 days but unfortunately on our 1,848th day she realized that she had enough… enough of my somewhat adulterous acts and unorthodox ways of showing how much she means to me. I was shocked, even traumatized to hear that she wanted OUT. At first I thought that she would be the one at the losing end but at the end of day I’m the one left sitting by the window with tears flowing on my plump cheeks, with my teary eyes staring at the endless horizon.
I won’t say that I haven’t done anything worse than dating other girls, frequently freaking her out with my mood swings and pressuring her with my own family problems but looking back and after much time spent contemplating I realized that I couldn’t have done any worse. I was a fool to treat her the way I relentlessly did. And now I’m paying the price… now I am alone, sick, broke and single.
I won’t say that I haven’t done anything worse than dating other girls, frequently freaking her out with my mood swings and pressuring her with my own family problems but looking back and after much time spent contemplating I realized that I couldn’t have done any worse. I was a fool to treat her the way I relentlessly did. And now I’m paying the price… now I am alone, sick, broke and single.
