Break-ups fucking suck. They suck even more ass when you still find yourself dwelling, shit not even dwelling, but even a fleeting thought crosses your mind a year later, it could wreck havoc. Click “Naked, Drinking Coffee” for the male perspective of getting dumped and the healing process (aka: lots of alcohol) a year later.
Excerpt from NDC:
What pisses me off the most is that I still think about the Bitch. Probably every day. I take that back. What pisses me off the most is the fact that I still love her. I wish I didn’t, and I wish she would get hit by a truck while she was crossing the street, but I do (and as far as I know, she hasn’t been hit by a truck yet; this might be because I don’t drive a truck). I know that if she ever came back and wanted to get back together with me, I would do nothing but laugh at her. Well, I actually might just lie to get her into bed and then cum in her eye. After that I would spit in her face and then I would start laughing and tell her to get her stupid ass out. I do love her, but I know that we can never be together again. I’ve come to terms with that, but that doesn’t make it any easier. It also doesn’t help any potential relationship that I may have in the future.
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