For the last 2 weeks T has been texting, emailing, and mailing me notes, packages, and ... a dozen long stem red roses. I think that was about the last straw, you know, the one that broke the camel's back.
I guess I wanted to appreciate her thoughtfulness, or her effort... or I just wanted to be FUCKING POLITE. Yeah, politeness. Like us women have been told we need to be for ages now. But, I started to realize that her actions weren't polite. She was being intrusive and rude.
I was trying not to respond to her at all. I was not responding to her texts. I didn't answer her calls, and I let them just go to my voicemail. Part of me feels extremely guilty, because I even deleted them without listening. But I did read her emails and respond.
How much more contact did I need to have with her? We had a MINIMAL "relationship" at best. In fact, really, I'd barely call what we did "dating." I didn't really understand what she wanted from me, and my alarms were going off. Alarms and a little voice shouting in a big way that this chick just was trying to manipulate herself into my world in any which way she could.
I've learned to listen.
Friday evening she sent me a YouTube clip of the song Pray for You by Jaron and The Long Road to Love. Harsh right? Way to take the high road T. She ended the email with something like, "Now I'm done." But she wasn't because I did respond to that last "gift" she sent me... and our exchanges continued via email for approximatly 3 or 4 more emails.
I should have continued to listen.
Manipulation. I guess I learned to play the game, and still play on occasion.
I did stop the emails... or she did... whatever, it's hard to tell whatthefuck is happening when you are being manipulated. The last email from her read something like, "The end." I'm not shitting you.
I was psuedo-dating a 12 year old. Great.
I hope it really is The End. It was a lot of energy to be expending just NOT responding to her. Believe me, I can think of a hundred other ways to spend that energy. And I will.