The Dating Lighthouse: Epilogue

DirkPhoenix

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In early times, people set fires at the edge of the water to warn boats of dangerous rocks and shores. In modern times, I will write stories at the edge of insanity to warn people of dangerous bitches and whores.




Two calls. She must be really bored.

It had been over a month now. A month since I come back from a family funeral to find her taking full advantage of our breakup, barely 24 hours before. As I leave for the funeral I hear the most confusing voicemail I think I've ever heard. She wanted to know if we could have dinner before I went to the funeral, and that she loved me. When I came back a day later, I asked if I could buy her a drink: funerals have a funny effect on me and I really needed someone to talk to. Turns out that she had already made plans with her new boyfriend.

The same guy that she had been seeing behind my back for a week before the breakup. The same guy that she said she could never date since she doesn't date work people.

I have to admit, I was both surprised, and not. People had warned me about this. Hell, every member of her family has cheated on their significant other. We did our "final" talk, where I expressed regret, got all of my stuff back, and planned to give hers back when I could. I took it better than I thought I would. A half-pack of cigarettes and the World Series of Poker reruns have that power. Seeing that my dreams had come true in heart-wrenching fashion, I did what any decent person with self-respect would do. I didn't call, I didn't text messages, told our mutual friends that we broke up and that I wasn't going to make it weird. Scorched earth. It was over.

She, of course, didn't follow these rules. She called 2-3 times a day, sending me text messages asking for a dinner, talking to our mutual friends about how her actions were perfectly reasonable since she needed to "be young" while also asking how I was doing. I can admit that I faltered once or twice, listening to her pleading calls for us to "hang out", but never gave in.

Now three calls. I'm glad I'm not at home for her to come over crying again.

Two days before this new flurry of calls that now interrupted what could have been a magnificent masturbatory event involving AsianAmputeeHookers.avi and a vibrating Mach3Turbo, I had packed up her stuff and had planned on putting it on her porch. I text messaged to see if it was okay, knowing that she had mentioned in a voicemail that she was going to her parents this weekend. I'm not one for being the creepy-ex by just coming over. The text I received I never would have expected.

"I'm in DC with Stephen with mega roaming charges can I call you later?"

Washington D.C. The place where she said she fell in love with me all over again. The place where we defiled every public venue with our sex. The place where I looked into her eyes and knew that even though it went against my better judgement that I would marry this woman.

She was fucking her new boyfriend in our Washington D.C.

I went back to the apartment, feeling as bad as I could ever have imagined, and fully realized who she was. She was the person who took my hospitality, my money, my time, my heart, and gave nothing back. She took as much as she could and when I had nothing left to offer her but every bit of me, she went to another guy's bed. Nothing in the world could ever make me feel as free as I did at that moment. All of my feelings for her disappeared.

Now it's four calls. I guess she got my mailed package of her stuff.

I know what she wants to talk about. She wants her "best friend" back. She wants us to hang out, but only in public venues since she doesn't "trust herself around me". She wants me to fix her motorcycle, since "I know how to fix things". After four years, I know what she really wants.

She wants to have dinner with me when she can't fuck her new boyfriend. She wants me to laugh at her bad jokes and talk about Stargate SG-1 when she can't hang out with him. She wants her eunuch back.

It's taken me so long to learn these simple things, I can't feel sorry for myself. I can only feel relief that it is over. When I go back to my apartment, I go back to my apartment, free of dog hair and shit, fights about dinner, and the everpresent fear that she is cheating on me again. I'm going back to my shiny slice of goodness that she never took from me because I never gave it up.

Wow, she stopped calling. Guess she's given up for today.

Sorry Pookie, your best friend grew a pair.





So I guess that does it for these kinda stories. What should I write about next?
 
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Maybe i should post my story (what i have so far) of The Dead Cheerleader: Deadly Vengeance...

Sounds like an R.L. Stine novel.


Edit: Dirk, you're an awesome writer. These stories are neat because it seems we've all been there before... stuck in a rollercoaster of a relationship like that. Best feeling is getting out of them and finding that one person that makes you feel alive again.
 
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Needs more gunfire, explosions, and literary quotes like: "From hell's heart I stab at thee!"

Relationships suck. At least you have an outlet.
 
good story and if its true (i dont remember) good for you.

there is nothing like realizing the person who broke you're heart isn't worth crying over and that your better off without them.
 
I saw this thread and immediately thought "If he took her back, someone needs to FedEx him an asswhipping". Thank goodness that's not the way it is. Glad to see you're finally moving on.
 
Glad to see Dirk came to his senses and escaped.


I've in a very weird relationship place myself. My wife and I relaxed our vows to avoid getting divorced. Things are better but odd. I've also been seeing a girl on the side. My wife knows I see her some becuase the number one rule is honest. It's just fucking wierd.
 
Glad to see Dirk came to his senses and escaped.


I've in a very weird relationship place myself. My wife and I relaxed our vows to avoid getting divorced. Things are better but odd. I've also been seeing a girl on the side. My wife knows I see her some becuase the number one rule is honest. It's just fucking wierd.

Do you think its going to work out in the end?