The Break-Up
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So, Saturday night, St. Paddy’s Day…..
GC got drunk as fuck on green beer and Irish Car Bombs. We had to leave the club we were at early and she wound up throwing up in my homeboy’s car. I got my boy to drive us back to my car, so I could take GC home and put her to bed. We were staying with one of GC’s friends, so she hands me her phone so I can call her friend to get her to open the gate for us. We open the gate and get back in the house. GC is hunched over one toilet puking… and I go to the other restroom to take a piss.
I still have GC’s phone in my pocket, but I think nothing of it…. Then it vibrates and beeps. New text message. I look. It’s a dude. Who the fuck is this dude texting my girl this late at night? I think to myself and out of sheer curiosity I look through the text thread.
And I’m shocked…..
It reads like this… they met a couple of weeks ago, presumably at a bar. GC set up a time and place to meet the dude – at a place where I had taken her for one of our first dates. She tells him she has a boyfriend. They meet anyway. The next day the texts read, from GC, “Omg. That wasn’t supposed to happen last night. How is it you still even want to know me knowing I have the capability to be a cheater?” And the dude’s response is “Don’t think of it as a mistake. Sometimes two people are just sexually attracted to each other and things happen.”
I’m fucking floored. I’m standing there in amazement, and anger….
I go back to take care of GC and get her to bed. She’s drunk and passed out now and doesn’t know I’ve seen or know about any of this.
I start to think of my options, I could pack up all of my shit and just leave her here. But, I can’t find my fucking cell phone. Maybe I left it in the backseat of my boy’s car when I was holding my girl’s head while she was drunk and throwing up out of the door.
I pack all of my shit, including the sheets on the bed GC is asleep on, by rolling her drunk ass around and taking the sheets straight out from under her. I pack all of my shit, throw it in the car and just leave.
I drive back to where my homeboy was parked, but his car is gone. Damn.
Then, I just drive around.
Then, I park and chill.
Pissed off as fuck. How could she do such a thing? CHEAT on me? I can’t believe it. I’m sitting there chilling… when her phone rings (I still have hers, since I can’t find mine). It’s her other friends that are staying with us who are downtown drinking. I answer it and I’m an ass to them, make them think they have the wrong number.
They hang up and call back, they’re asking me the address so they can catch a cab. I tell it to them. Then, I figure fuck it, I’m down here I could just take them. So, I tell them I’ll come pick them up and tell them which corner to meet me at.
I meet them at the corner and pick them up. GC’s best friend instantly says, “[Wonka] are you mad?”
I answer candidly, “yeah” but I don’t go into details. I decide to just stay the night, and wake up in the morning and go to brunch with my mom like originally planned. I grab my stuff, including the sheets and pillows I took off of the bed and head back in. I walk into the room we’re staying in and GC is gone. I head over to her friend’s bedroom and she points to the closet.
I open the closet and GC is sitting on the floor looking teary-eyed, “why would you leave me? You took all of your stuff, even the sheets on the bed!”
At this point, I snap, “WELL NEXT TIME YOU’RE DRUNK AND STUPID, MAYBE YOU SHOULD MAKE SURE THE OTHER NIGGA YOU’RE FUCKING DOESN’T TEXT YOU WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND HAS YOUR PHONE!!”
Her face drops…
One of her friends says, “oh shit, it’s about to get real” and everybody else in the apartment leaves and goes outside. I walk around a bit and then go back and sit down and just look at GC.
“I was going to tell you,” she says, “I was waiting until tomorrow… I wanted to talk about our relationship.”
“Ok.” I say and just look at her.
At this point, the other people have started to wobble back into the apartment. “Can we talk about this some other time, not in front of people?” She asks.
“Yeah…” I say and we leave the room and go into the living room where everybody else is, “Where is the weed?” I ask her friend. I need it. Too much adrenaline and anger flowing through my body for me to ever go to sleep tonight without some kind of sleep aid.
Everybody gathers around on the floor and we smoke a few bowls together… GC lays on her best friend and says, “I’m depressed.”
After a couple of bowls I get up and say I’m going to bed. Say goodnight to the peeps and head to the room. GC follows.
I lay down in the bed and close my eyes. She lays down and wraps her arms around me and kisses me. ”I’m so sorry. Do you hate me?”
I don’t respond.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was drunk.” She says.
“Whatever…” I say and turn away. Tears rolling down my face now. I’m trying to hold them back, but I can’t.
“Baby… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I suck” she says, and gets teary-eyed too. ”It’s just that long distance sucks. I want to be with YOU, but I don’t even feel like I’m with you. I don’t even feel like I matter to you anymore. I just felt so lonely, so I started flirting with guys again. It was just supposed to be flirting. It wasn’t supposed to go that far. I was drunk.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
“I know. I fucked up. I suck. Do you hate me?”
I turn away… I try not to hit her with too many jabs – no spiteful shit or naming calling – “you whore”, “you slut” – none of that. I just express my disappointment. Tell her that I feel betrayed and that I feel like everything she’s ever told me is bullshit.
She continues with the same old – blaming the situation, saying she didn’t know what I was doing, figured I was probably cheating on her, and continues with the whole “I suck”, “I’m a horrible girlfriend” thing.
We’re both crying. She’s trying to console me, trying to pull me back toward her. I know it’s my last night with her and that in this emotional state, even though I’m not really turned on, I know it’s going to lead toward sex…. but I also feel like I shouldn’t be the one that initiates it – not now, not when I’m blaming her for ruining everything.
Sure enough eventually, she pushes up on me and kisses me on the chest and then goes down until she’s got my whole cock down her throat. She gives me head for awhile and then we fuck again. It’s only okay this time as I’m not as into it as normal. When I feel my climax coming, I pull out and move up to aim for her face.
“Ouch! You got it in my eye!”
I don’t apologize. I just roll over and go to sleep.
We sleep for a few hours and then I wake her up to take a shower, because we still have brunch plans with my parents before I head to the airport. When we’re getting dressed, she asks, “why does my eye hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you punch me in the eye last night when I was asleep?” she asks.
“No.”
“Look at it, is it all red?”
“Yeah, it looks pretty red.”
“Oh… I know why” She says.
I smile, just now remembering why…
We get dressed and my boy calls. He found my phone in his backseat. We meet up with him and grab it and then head over to meet my parents for breakfast. No emotions, we’re just a regular couple. My parents don’t suspect anything, they don’t even know it’s their last time seeing her.
After brunch we head out. I’m driving, but even the 6 cups of coffee I downed at breakfast aren’t keeping me awake. So, we switch and I let GC drive so I can nap for a bit.
After about a 40 minute nap I wake up and eventually we’re back to talking about our relationship.
“Do you forgive me?” She asks.
“No.” I say.
“So what do you want to do?” she ask.
“About us? We’re over.”
“But I don’t want us to be over. I love you.”
We talk some more, and I drop some real introspective shit. A lot of good one-liners. I wish I could remember them. But, I basically tell her how relationships should work, what the woman’s role is, and that it’s complete bullshit to stray just because you fear the unknown. I keep telling her that she betrayed us, and what we had.
She keeps saying that she sucks, and that she’d understand if I hate her. She says that she’s never cheated before and that she didn’t mean to hurt me.
I hit her with some “So, you’ve never loved anyone as much as you love me, yet I’m the first guy you cheat on? That makes a lot of fucking sense right there.”
She keeps saying that she’s sorry and that she wants to work it out and that we can get passed this. She asks again, “do you forgive me?”
I laugh and say “no.”
I tell her that we’re over, and when we get to the airport and I walk out of the car, she’ll never hear from me again.
She says that we’re not over, that we’ll live in the same city again in the future, I’ll forgive her one day, and we’ll get married and have little zebra children.
We’re almost to the airport and she asks me if I want to stop by her sister’s and see her niece and how big she’s gotten.
“No.” I say.
We get to the airport and she’s asking me if we can please go somewhere to talk, to spend some more time together, “A coffee shop? somewhere?” since my plane doesn’t leave for four hours still.
“No, I have to go.” I say and open my door. ”It was nice knowing you. It was a fun year. Good luck.”
She starts crying and grabs me and buries her head into my chest, “No, baby! Please! Please, we can work through this! I love you! I want to be with you!”
I pry her off of me, and again say, “No, I have to go.”
“You’re going to forgive me!” she says.
“No I won’t.”
“I’m going to call you when you get to [my city], and you’re going to answer!”
“No, I’m not.”
“This isn’t over!”
“Yes, it is.”
I get out of the car and open the trunk and grab my bag and walk into the airport. I know she sits there for a little while, crying.
After I take a piss, I head to my gate. Four fucking hours before my plane leaves – I’ve never been at an airport this early in my whole life. I pull out my phone and delete my recent calls and all my text messages from GC. I open my laptop and delete her and all of her friends from my Facebook.
A couple of hours pass and she sends me four text messages. First, talking about how she wants to work this out and she’s so sorry. Then, she’s saying “you have the option to never talk to me again – please don’t chose that option. Please don’t shut me out.” Then, it’s “can we at least be friends, you mean too much to me for me to not have you in my life at all.” I read the texts and instantly delete them. No reponse.
When I land back in my city I turn on my phone to see two missed calls and a text, “why won’t you answer my calls? Please just talk to me.”
Again, I delete the text and go home and go to bed. Shit is hard though, I’ll be honest. It’s been an emotionally draining ass day and I’m sad and tired, but school starts back up in the morning….. it’s a new day.
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How Straightforwardness Got Him the Date
How to Keep Long-distance Relationships Alive
How to Find Love in 2025
Is Religion Important When Dating?
Keeping A Romantic Life As A Single Mom
7 Sure-Fire Ways To Get Over A Relationship
So, Saturday night, St. Paddy’s Day…..
GC got drunk as fuck on green beer and Irish Car Bombs. We had to leave the club we were at early and she wound up throwing up in my homeboy’s car. I got my boy to drive us back to my car, so I could take GC home and put her to bed. We were staying with one of GC’s friends, so she hands me her phone so I can call her friend to get her to open the gate for us. We open the gate and get back in the house. GC is hunched over one toilet puking… and I go to the other restroom to take a piss.
I still have GC’s phone in my pocket, but I think nothing of it…. Then it vibrates and beeps. New text message. I look. It’s a dude. Who the fuck is this dude texting my girl this late at night? I think to myself and out of sheer curiosity I look through the text thread.
And I’m shocked…..
It reads like this… they met a couple of weeks ago, presumably at a bar. GC set up a time and place to meet the dude – at a place where I had taken her for one of our first dates. She tells him she has a boyfriend. They meet anyway. The next day the texts read, from GC, “Omg. That wasn’t supposed to happen last night. How is it you still even want to know me knowing I have the capability to be a cheater?” And the dude’s response is “Don’t think of it as a mistake. Sometimes two people are just sexually attracted to each other and things happen.”
I’m fucking floored. I’m standing there in amazement, and anger….
I go back to take care of GC and get her to bed. She’s drunk and passed out now and doesn’t know I’ve seen or know about any of this.
I start to think of my options, I could pack up all of my shit and just leave her here. But, I can’t find my fucking cell phone. Maybe I left it in the backseat of my boy’s car when I was holding my girl’s head while she was drunk and throwing up out of the door.
I pack all of my shit, including the sheets on the bed GC is asleep on, by rolling her drunk ass around and taking the sheets straight out from under her. I pack all of my shit, throw it in the car and just leave.
I drive back to where my homeboy was parked, but his car is gone. Damn.
Then, I just drive around.
Then, I park and chill.
Pissed off as fuck. How could she do such a thing? CHEAT on me? I can’t believe it. I’m sitting there chilling… when her phone rings (I still have hers, since I can’t find mine). It’s her other friends that are staying with us who are downtown drinking. I answer it and I’m an ass to them, make them think they have the wrong number.
They hang up and call back, they’re asking me the address so they can catch a cab. I tell it to them. Then, I figure fuck it, I’m down here I could just take them. So, I tell them I’ll come pick them up and tell them which corner to meet me at.
I meet them at the corner and pick them up. GC’s best friend instantly says, “[Wonka] are you mad?”
I answer candidly, “yeah” but I don’t go into details. I decide to just stay the night, and wake up in the morning and go to brunch with my mom like originally planned. I grab my stuff, including the sheets and pillows I took off of the bed and head back in. I walk into the room we’re staying in and GC is gone. I head over to her friend’s bedroom and she points to the closet.
I open the closet and GC is sitting on the floor looking teary-eyed, “why would you leave me? You took all of your stuff, even the sheets on the bed!”
At this point, I snap, “WELL NEXT TIME YOU’RE DRUNK AND STUPID, MAYBE YOU SHOULD MAKE SURE THE OTHER NIGGA YOU’RE FUCKING DOESN’T TEXT YOU WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND HAS YOUR PHONE!!”
Her face drops…
One of her friends says, “oh shit, it’s about to get real” and everybody else in the apartment leaves and goes outside. I walk around a bit and then go back and sit down and just look at GC.
“I was going to tell you,” she says, “I was waiting until tomorrow… I wanted to talk about our relationship.”
“Ok.” I say and just look at her.
At this point, the other people have started to wobble back into the apartment. “Can we talk about this some other time, not in front of people?” She asks.
“Yeah…” I say and we leave the room and go into the living room where everybody else is, “Where is the weed?” I ask her friend. I need it. Too much adrenaline and anger flowing through my body for me to ever go to sleep tonight without some kind of sleep aid.
Everybody gathers around on the floor and we smoke a few bowls together… GC lays on her best friend and says, “I’m depressed.”
After a couple of bowls I get up and say I’m going to bed. Say goodnight to the peeps and head to the room. GC follows.
I lay down in the bed and close my eyes. She lays down and wraps her arms around me and kisses me. ”I’m so sorry. Do you hate me?”
I don’t respond.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was drunk.” She says.
“Whatever…” I say and turn away. Tears rolling down my face now. I’m trying to hold them back, but I can’t.
“Baby… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I suck” she says, and gets teary-eyed too. ”It’s just that long distance sucks. I want to be with YOU, but I don’t even feel like I’m with you. I don’t even feel like I matter to you anymore. I just felt so lonely, so I started flirting with guys again. It was just supposed to be flirting. It wasn’t supposed to go that far. I was drunk.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
“I know. I fucked up. I suck. Do you hate me?”
I turn away… I try not to hit her with too many jabs – no spiteful shit or naming calling – “you whore”, “you slut” – none of that. I just express my disappointment. Tell her that I feel betrayed and that I feel like everything she’s ever told me is bullshit.
She continues with the same old – blaming the situation, saying she didn’t know what I was doing, figured I was probably cheating on her, and continues with the whole “I suck”, “I’m a horrible girlfriend” thing.
We’re both crying. She’s trying to console me, trying to pull me back toward her. I know it’s my last night with her and that in this emotional state, even though I’m not really turned on, I know it’s going to lead toward sex…. but I also feel like I shouldn’t be the one that initiates it – not now, not when I’m blaming her for ruining everything.
Sure enough eventually, she pushes up on me and kisses me on the chest and then goes down until she’s got my whole cock down her throat. She gives me head for awhile and then we fuck again. It’s only okay this time as I’m not as into it as normal. When I feel my climax coming, I pull out and move up to aim for her face.
“Ouch! You got it in my eye!”
I don’t apologize. I just roll over and go to sleep.
We sleep for a few hours and then I wake her up to take a shower, because we still have brunch plans with my parents before I head to the airport. When we’re getting dressed, she asks, “why does my eye hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you punch me in the eye last night when I was asleep?” she asks.
“No.”
“Look at it, is it all red?”
“Yeah, it looks pretty red.”
“Oh… I know why” She says.
I smile, just now remembering why…
We get dressed and my boy calls. He found my phone in his backseat. We meet up with him and grab it and then head over to meet my parents for breakfast. No emotions, we’re just a regular couple. My parents don’t suspect anything, they don’t even know it’s their last time seeing her.
After brunch we head out. I’m driving, but even the 6 cups of coffee I downed at breakfast aren’t keeping me awake. So, we switch and I let GC drive so I can nap for a bit.
After about a 40 minute nap I wake up and eventually we’re back to talking about our relationship.
“Do you forgive me?” She asks.
“No.” I say.
“So what do you want to do?” she ask.
“About us? We’re over.”
“But I don’t want us to be over. I love you.”
We talk some more, and I drop some real introspective shit. A lot of good one-liners. I wish I could remember them. But, I basically tell her how relationships should work, what the woman’s role is, and that it’s complete bullshit to stray just because you fear the unknown. I keep telling her that she betrayed us, and what we had.
She keeps saying that she sucks, and that she’d understand if I hate her. She says that she’s never cheated before and that she didn’t mean to hurt me.
I hit her with some “So, you’ve never loved anyone as much as you love me, yet I’m the first guy you cheat on? That makes a lot of fucking sense right there.”
She keeps saying that she’s sorry and that she wants to work it out and that we can get passed this. She asks again, “do you forgive me?”
I laugh and say “no.”
I tell her that we’re over, and when we get to the airport and I walk out of the car, she’ll never hear from me again.
She says that we’re not over, that we’ll live in the same city again in the future, I’ll forgive her one day, and we’ll get married and have little zebra children.
We’re almost to the airport and she asks me if I want to stop by her sister’s and see her niece and how big she’s gotten.
“No.” I say.
We get to the airport and she’s asking me if we can please go somewhere to talk, to spend some more time together, “A coffee shop? somewhere?” since my plane doesn’t leave for four hours still.
“No, I have to go.” I say and open my door. ”It was nice knowing you. It was a fun year. Good luck.”
She starts crying and grabs me and buries her head into my chest, “No, baby! Please! Please, we can work through this! I love you! I want to be with you!”
I pry her off of me, and again say, “No, I have to go.”
“You’re going to forgive me!” she says.
“No I won’t.”
“I’m going to call you when you get to [my city], and you’re going to answer!”
“No, I’m not.”
“This isn’t over!”
“Yes, it is.”
I get out of the car and open the trunk and grab my bag and walk into the airport. I know she sits there for a little while, crying.
After I take a piss, I head to my gate. Four fucking hours before my plane leaves – I’ve never been at an airport this early in my whole life. I pull out my phone and delete my recent calls and all my text messages from GC. I open my laptop and delete her and all of her friends from my Facebook.
A couple of hours pass and she sends me four text messages. First, talking about how she wants to work this out and she’s so sorry. Then, she’s saying “you have the option to never talk to me again – please don’t chose that option. Please don’t shut me out.” Then, it’s “can we at least be friends, you mean too much to me for me to not have you in my life at all.” I read the texts and instantly delete them. No reponse.
When I land back in my city I turn on my phone to see two missed calls and a text, “why won’t you answer my calls? Please just talk to me.”
Again, I delete the text and go home and go to bed. Shit is hard though, I’ll be honest. It’s been an emotionally draining ass day and I’m sad and tired, but school starts back up in the morning….. it’s a new day.
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