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Old 10-19-2015, 10:10 AM   #21146
ZN6
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TLDR - be happy, ride my bike, hang with my friends and do things that make me happy. You don't like what I am about, then I will buy a one way ticket for you to return to San Francisco.
i'm done here.
I dropped a bitch once she said I was inadequate. She could not make the mortgage payments on her house so we rented that out and she stayed with me rent free. I work from 8am-6pm and I still had to pick her up at 11pm from work at the lab in north Vancouver, and grocery shopped for her at the save-on-foods at Park and Tilford to make sure she had something to eat before I drove her back to my place. I dealt with her tenants and fixed parts of her house up (I'm not a handyman at 24 years old and the only experience I had was woodwork in highschool, I was a Chemistry major in university) but I did have the intuition to know how to do stuff and google how to make things work. So I spent my weekends at her run down house in New Westminister (half an hour drive away) to fix whatever needed to be fixed. She had bad tenants and complained about every little thing. I was there every single time.

Still was not good enough for her. My dad is a realtor and tried to help her sell the house without taking commission. She didn't like that. Even when she rented it out, she was in the red every month. My dad lent her a car and paid for the insurance to let her get around until I was able to get her a used car that I paid half for, which was my entire bonus from work and was her anniversary gift.

She didn't even fucking remember my birthday and made plans with her friends. I end up the bad person because I said "well, you made plans already so have fun, I'll just be eating dinner with my friends" then she said *I* didn't care if she was there or not. Fucking twisted way of thinking. I remembered her birthday every single fucking year and had dinner parties planned for her each time.

Some people won't reciprocate until they lose you. 2 years after we broke up and 2 boyfriends later, she sends me a long winded text how she loves me and will always be there for me and said happy birthday to me. Didn't remember her number but I simply said "OK".

She still keeps texting me on my birthday but I simply ignore them. It ain't worth it some times when it's too far gone.

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