01-24-2002, 06:42 PM
I have benn in some fuckin winners myself, never to the point of stalking, but bad enough that shit turned my world all inside out and shit.
When I was 22, I was dating a 31 year old chick that I worked with who was in the middle of a divorce. My whole entire life from the moment I woke up till the time I would take a shit till I went to sleep revolved around her. Never once did it enter my head that I was "the feel better about yourself fuck" for her. I boosted this chick's ego and self esteeme through the whole fuckin thing that lasted over two years. I started getting all wierded out if things didn't go on schedule with her, meaning if she didn't call me at such and such time, if she was late to work, if her hair was done different. ::
hudders::: Scary shit thinking about it now. The sickest thing is how one day out of the clear blue, i had enough and was able to turn off all feelings I had for her. I quit my job and stopped talking to her totaly and just stepped. I didn't see her in over six years and honestly, after she had three kids and shit, it seems like it worked out for the best for both of us.
I don't know if my other "obsession" is just that. When does love become just an out right obsession. The other "problem" is my biggest ever. I have lived with her, wanted to kill her, wanted to marry her, wanted to kick the fuck out of her, wanted to hold her, wanted to shank her all in three yers time. This girl has continuously shit on me and I on her. I have never cheated on her, yet have broken up with her to see if their can be some one else for me so I can get out of this endless cycle of insanity. It just never seems to end. When I do feel comfortable with the whole situation, something comes and rocks us straight to the core. Then, when things are beyond shitty, somehow we wind up being all right. I think I told Spit once that with this chick, either we will be married or put in a padded cell.
Tag, Maynard, I believe you are now it.
When I was 22, I was dating a 31 year old chick that I worked with who was in the middle of a divorce. My whole entire life from the moment I woke up till the time I would take a shit till I went to sleep revolved around her. Never once did it enter my head that I was "the feel better about yourself fuck" for her. I boosted this chick's ego and self esteeme through the whole fuckin thing that lasted over two years. I started getting all wierded out if things didn't go on schedule with her, meaning if she didn't call me at such and such time, if she was late to work, if her hair was done different. ::
hudders::: Scary shit thinking about it now. The sickest thing is how one day out of the clear blue, i had enough and was able to turn off all feelings I had for her. I quit my job and stopped talking to her totaly and just stepped. I didn't see her in over six years and honestly, after she had three kids and shit, it seems like it worked out for the best for both of us.I don't know if my other "obsession" is just that. When does love become just an out right obsession. The other "problem" is my biggest ever. I have lived with her, wanted to kill her, wanted to marry her, wanted to kick the fuck out of her, wanted to hold her, wanted to shank her all in three yers time. This girl has continuously shit on me and I on her. I have never cheated on her, yet have broken up with her to see if their can be some one else for me so I can get out of this endless cycle of insanity. It just never seems to end. When I do feel comfortable with the whole situation, something comes and rocks us straight to the core. Then, when things are beyond shitty, somehow we wind up being all right. I think I told Spit once that with this chick, either we will be married or put in a padded cell.
Tag, Maynard, I believe you are now it.