Because I’m neurotic, that’s why
A few months ago, I was in an airport newstand with my now ex-boyfriend. It was about the time the Brad and Angelina vacation photos came out and the images of them were on the covers of magazines all around us. The ex said, “I’d leave Jennifer Aniston for Angelina, too.” I said, “Oh yeah, why?” He said, “Because I know for a fact that one of them has had plastic surgery and the other one hasn’t.” I recoiled and said, “You’d leave your wife who had plastic surgery for someone who didn’t, just because she did have plastic surgery and the other one didn’t?” He kind of shrugged.
We broke up two weeks later.
In the time that has passed since, I have wondered a million times if I should have phrased that question differently. Or if I should have never told him that I had my own deviated septum repair. I know that one stupid comment followed by a minor and stupid argument about said comment, doesn’t end a relationship. There were a few things wrong with us. But I have spent months, MONTHS, wondering how that one particular exchange might have influenced everything that went wrong.
Then, last night, I had a small but important epiphany about that conversation and my ex-boyfriend in general: What a fucking idiot! I mean, really.
I can’t believe it took me this long to get here, but I’ve finally reached the “He’s a fucking idiot” phase.
July 14th, 2005 at 10:59 am
I’m glad to see that the recovery continues. I don’t really have anything to say about the post but since it’s my first comment on your site I thought that I’d say something encouraging.
July 1st, 2006 at 9:10 am
Ya know, thats not so neurotic really I mean yes you chose a bad time to metion your ‘septum repair’ work but I think that actually you feel alright about that and were really reacting against his outlandish malighnment of our Jenny, and not subconciously distroying your slef as a typical neurotic person (like me) would do – don’t worry hunny….
Emm x