The Way You Chew

I think I am going to surprise him, in a very big way. He won't see this coming- though he should. I am breaking up with him again. He won't fool me again by being perfect and coming back... No. Not this time.

Last week at work I was telling a coworker about how I know it's over- she mentioned that you really know it's over when you can't stand the sound of their breathing or the way they chew. She is right.

He picked a fight with me because I didn't do "anything special" for his birthday on Sunday. I am totally broke- but I splurged and made him a dinner I knew he would love. I didn't get him a card- it's paper that would end up in the garage with a million other boxes of junk that belongs to him. HELL! On my birthday HE wasn't even here. He was two states away. He came home with a rock. No, not that kind of rock... A stone, engraved with the word Longevity (in English and Japanese.)

The rock wasn't even from him. It was from his mother- who he was visiting (two states away- planned months in advance.)

Yeah, it's over. Not because of the rock. Not because of the argument(s). It's over because I'm not in love. He's not in love. I'm settling for less than I deserve. Much less! I deserve happiness, and I think that in the long run he will see- even though it will be very hard for him... he will be better off.

Good luck on finding a place to live with half the amenities of this home... I'll be happy to never see your dirty laundry, pepsi cans, piles of crap, cigarette butts...

I will take the good memories and a lesson hard learned, and I will move on.

I'm not telling him yet- because it's a few weeks until finals, and I'm not a bitch.