Moving on

I haven’t posted for a while and I really don’t even know why… and I am sure I still had a lot to say, but was just lazy about saying anything. But things just changed today after reading a post by a friend of mine, and here I copy the link to her post: http://monica-accon.blogspot.com/2010/06/quem-quer-fazer-encontra-um-jeito-quem.html

Relationships are always very confusing, complicated, tiresome, and most of all fake. I’ve been in what I thought to be a serious one for the past 10, almost 11!, months. Even though I was aware of our differences and how we fought for stupid/petty things I saw a future in it. He’s a college professor, someone who’s taking his phd, somebody who likes movies, having fun, reading, drinking… exactly like I do. So right now I was thinking, perfect, right? No… It’s never perfect. Let’s see, shall we?

I had been confused towards the fact that he had a son (don’t get me wrong, the kid is alright, the problem is with the father – how can someone claim to have a child with 6-month girlfriend, whose ass he didn’t like very much, and after the kid is born he leaves the kid and the woman with the lamest excuse I have ever heard in my life. Responsibility?? Hello?!) in the beginning, it would amount to trouble – or future excuses not to be with me, of course – other than the son the Phd, sounds important? Being a Phd student myself I didn’t follow his newly acquired excuses not to be with me, he never had time… hey, time is something you create, if you have time to sleep after every meal you take, you can make some time to be with your girlfriend, right? But, no, he didn’t want to be with me, naturally. After a while he decided to take a test to be a professor at a federal university away from our home town, which would have been interesting if he had taken the test, of course he didn’t, because there was a candidate with a better resume than his, well, needless to say that he didn’t take the test and the other guy didn’t pass, that is, the guy is a coward. He got mad at me because I was the only person, of them all, who wanted him to go and face this challenge, it is a challenge and you need to go thru certain experiences to learn, right? In the end, I was right…. but, whatever, he told me I was one of the reasons he didn’t go, a big fat lie, of course, because he was the one who told me if he passed he’d come here to see his kid once a month… well, I wasn’t really included in the picture, was I? If I start listing every single weird behavior he had towards me and our relationship I’d be sure I’m crazy for believing in such a person (who I do not even consider a man, this is not a man, but maybe a chicken, a rat… or any other low level animal)…. but I think the best one was the exhumation story. A couple of Fridays ago he had to go with him mummy (yes, mummy, mummy’s boy!!) to exhume his long dead grandmother (I’ve done the same.. not biggy, really), so on Wednesday he told me he didn’t know whether he’s see me on Friday evening… I thought… but you’re doing that in the morning, what’s the link right? Well, to summarize it all, he didn’t want to see me, yet again, another lame excuse not to see me, he told me when I finally called that he was having a snack and would call me later (lack of respect???)… I can imagine the snack he was having right now… anything but bread and butter. I had to hear his mom (oh bother!) was feeling sick and baby by decided to stay with her, of course he couldn’t call me to let me know he wouldn’t see me, so I spent my whole day long waiting…. stupid me. And that was the cherry. I couldn’t bear anymore. That was it! Next time I date someone I’ll make sure I’m dating an adult, not a 34 yo mummy’s boy, who’s afraid of needles, dead bodies, and worst of all has no respect for women….. beware!