Well, my girlfriend and I just broke up and according to her, I am the one at fault. You wanna know what got me, when she blamed me because she gained 20 pounds while we were together. I somehow lost 15 pounds because I stopped eating fast food, icecream, cheesy saices on my pasta, most carbohydrates and more protein and in general I was feeling physically better.
I am obese as she is and I never once blamed anyone but myself. She blamed my parents for my problems, didn't like half my family and gives new meaning to disfunctional family. She is 30 and she is still afraid of the boogey man and sleeps with the light on.
Then she tells me she was on Prozac and tried to kill herself by hanging heself by a lamp but since she was too heavy, the cord pulled out of the ceiling and she fell on the floor. I kept thinking this would make a great show with roomates, one suicidal and one "normal"
I was hurt when she gave me the heave ho but in talking with friends and family, I realized she was at least as bad for me as I was for her.
The last thing she said to me was that I should go see a psychologist to help me with the breakup. Little did she realize I already was and the shrink told me to let her go. I still love her and I will have to see her from time to time but only when I stepped back did I realize how unhealthy the relationship was.
Did I mention she has a job she hates and doesn't mind working overtime even tho she is on salary and all the other managers leave work at the end of their shifts? Nothing like more time to get beaten up.
I am 33 and still on the journey of life but I know that someday I will meet a woman who we both make each other better people. Hell I do something I am good at and I love, computers. Like someone said, there are successes and learning experiences and I learned alot.