A middle aged man marries the woman of his dreams and takes on the world with his wife and two fur children, Ellie the Cat and Journey the Puppy
Sunday, October 19, 2014
One More Time
In my rush not to be "that guy" I set myself up to be treated like a chump. I wish I could be that guy. I really do. Then I could act without a heart and without any conscience whatsoever and throw them to the side with standard lines like "we are moving to fast" and "I wasn't ready" and "we shouldn't have started this." I wish I could then do things to make them want to break up with me instead of having to do it myself. That way I could avoid looking them in the eye and seeing the pain and I could play the victim. I could complain to my "friends with benefits" that I never let go about how they "do not understand me" no matter how well they have treated me. Oh, to be that guy. It is not in me to be that guy. I guess I will have to continue to pay the price when I keep going out with "that girl."
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