Yes, in every breakup we all lose a little bit: some self respect, maybe a little dignity, a lot of tears, and definitely a piece of our heart. In time this all come back, which is why that’s not what I am talking about in this little “rant” if you will.
I’m talking about the other casualties of dating, the material things you lose. The things you have left behind at the others house that you assume you are going to get back because you plan on there being a next visit. I’m talking about my shit. I want my shit back.
Now, I am generally not one to speak badly of people. I am divorced, and really with the exception of a couple times, you will never hear me say anything bad about my ex husband. I believe everyone is good but that not everyone is meant to be together. Could I say things about those I have been with…..absolutly!!!!! But, what is the point? Why go bashing someone who is no longer in your life? The things I do want back in my life however…..MY STUFF! Hahaha
It is a little known fact about me that I leave things places. My parents have called it “Jenna Junk” since I was a little kid (ok, I’m still little, hahaha, get your jokes about my height out now). Anywho, I forget things, I leave a trail, I put something down (take something off) and it stays there. Maybe subconsciously I like people to think of me when I’m not around so I leave a piece of me behind, I don’t know. Whatever the reason, when you’re dating this isn’t an issue. You assume you will be back to get your stuff.
There are 2 types of guys. I have in the recent past dealt with both.
Scenario One: Item left, shoes. Breakup happens, a week later I get a box with my shoes and a CD of PhotoShop (I had once mentioned how badly I wanted the program but couldn’t afford to buy it and didn’t know how to get it). The note just said “I hope you still wanted this.” This is the good guy ladies incase you didn’t know.
Scenario Two: Item left, hmmmm we will say earings. Didn’t even know a pseudo-breakup was happening as that week I had been told to come over, called baby, and blah blah blah. Who cares about the specifics? Anyway, he just stops talking to me. Out of no where! So, I politely say “Whatever, I’m done.” Nothing. I say “Can I stop by sometime to grab my…err….earings?” Nothing. Awesome. Why is this the guy that I would still chase after? Ahhhh, the heart always wants what it can’t have….including my earings!!! I want my shit back!
So, along with now learning to protect my heart, I need to remember to buy cheaper earings….or just pick up my stuff every time I leave. Dating is rough, so much to remember!
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