When we broke up

There were many ways we broke up with the SB’s.  One of them, early on, requested that I break up with her in person, when the time came. So I granted that request to her, and broke up over drinks. I just told her that there was something I wanted to talk to her about, and that I couldn’t see her anymore. She was very respectful and didn’t ask for explanations.  She just got up and left..  I felt awkward, and bad for her, but she wanted to do it in person so…

In many cases I have received, and also given, the silent treatment, i.e. texts or emails that go unanswered. I catch on pretty quickly so after a couple of those I just move on with bothering any one. I have given the silent treatment as well.  There was one case where after a couple of weeks she got pissed off and sent me another email saying ‘If you don’t want to see me, be upfront’. So I responded ‘I can’t see you anymore’, and she left me alone after that.

In a couple of cases, I was ambivalent about the whole thing, i.e. should I keep seeing them or should I break it off. I couldn’t make up my mind. But in those cases, the SB’s made it easy for me by the things they said or wrote in emails, some of their blogs etc. So I had to secretly thank them, since they made it easy for me to end it.

In other situations, the break up was quite swift either by me or by them, but a bit hurtful anyways, as if the whole thing had ended prematurely, and there was still some unfinished business.  I just hate that feeling, and the image of them can linger in my mind for a long time. Even so, I usually don’t email them long time after a break up (except for one case).  I figure that if they want to get back together a year later, they would email or text.

In one situation she told me to go fuck myself. Twice in the same email. I was surprised because I never cursed at her!  So what the heck was that all about! Anyway…

In yet another, she made me look like an idiot on one occassion, so I could not possibly keep seeing her and retain any self respect. So I told her, sorry, unforgivable, makes me somewhat angry, so good bye.

The best break up, if one can call it that, was one where it was in person and with a little parting gift as well. That was an advice I had received a long time ago from a womaniser, single, uncle of mine. Always be a gentleman and give a parting gift.  How quaint sounding, nowdays, but still it was good advice.

Some interesting break up stories in the book

In reality, I hate break ups and most times I wish they never happened