If it’s not bad enough the first time, why not do it again?

Monday night I got to relive the dumping experience once again. My ex got drunk at the Blogger party and decided to reopen old wounds. I could tell things were a little weird with him that night, but I was not prepared for this.

4 words: Long Island Iced Tea
He had never had one. He decided to try it after the vodka tonic (open bars are evil). I could tell he was a little drunk but he wasn’t quite sloppy yet.

I realize that there may be some underlying guilt that exists somewhere after you dump someone. You may feel the need to explain/confess some things, but really but the dumpee does not need to hear that shit. Go to confessional, talk to a shrink, write that shit down, maybe you should seal it up and and put it in a bottle and send it out to see. Maybe you should send it to post secret. The dumpee does not need to know this stuff.

Technically this is the 3rd part of the dumping. I didn’t talk about the dumping on this forum but maybe I should. Maybe it will stop part four. Maybe it will stop him from doing this with the next girl. Most importantly it will aid in the preservation of my sanity.

Part 1: Dumped [in my underwear] last April [on the couch]
We just came back from lunch and I was changing out of my clothes. He was putting stuff in his car and I noticed that something was bothering him. I told him that we should talk about it. Sitting in my underwear he starts off with the “I’m not sure where things are going and maybe we should go back to being friends” speech.

Part 2: 2 weeks later… Dumped [fully clothed]
I get the extended “Let’s be friends” speech. Really, it’s not you, it’s me he said. I cried during this one. I was caught off guard and I was not ready for this to end.

There were some external factors involved. He was my ex-boyfriends roommate. Some people were not ok with the fact that I moved on so quickly. Little did they know that the old relationship had been broken for a while.

I withdrew from everything associated with that group of people. Really, if they were going to behave that way, I didn’t need them.

Let’s be friends [a brief interlude]
So part of the “let’s be friends” clause was to have dinner once a month (he paid). It seemed ok at first but in the end it wasn’t what I needed to get over it all and move on. I disappeared for a few months and deleted him from my phone.

Feel My Rage
So I was mad and decided to let him (and everyone else) know about it. Why was I mad? He was a really pussy about the whole situation. He hadn’t told any of his friends that he had dumped me. I got stuck with reliving the dumping every time someone asked where I had gone. It became the hook that you can’t get out of your head. I god madder, more expletives were uttered during the reenactment, and I pondered deflating his tires.

Let’s do it
I decided after 7 months of awkwardness that I wanted a little more of what I had before. It was obvious from the way he hugged me, sex was still an option. We went back to hanging out and hooking up.

Part 3: Drunken Confessions – Dumped (Someday you will be loved) [extended remix]
I predicted that things would come to a head before his 30th birthday. Not the best time for it to happen (SXSW/Blogger Party). I’m not sure what to think (or do) right now. He dumped a whole lot on me that night (deep dark childhood secrets and more). Maybe he should go to therapy.

So as all good mix tapes must come to an end, I guess relationships must too. It’s the mix tape that gets lost in the car and one day will fall out in some parking lot somewhere.