three months

I never date the wrong woman for more than three months. It’s not intentional. Seasonal connections tend to propel me into the next stage of my life and I gain valuable lessons from them.

There’s a big difference between correlation and causation. You not reciprocating for the reasons you gave was ridiculous and I’d rather you just say you didn’t like me.

I defended you to my loved ones and everyone around me. The people that said we were incompatible from the beginning. I wanted to see the best in you and I wanted you to feel safe with me.

Whenever I would treat you the way you treated me, it was an issue. When I’d share stories similar to yours, it was a problem. You didn’t want to hear about me, you just wanted attention.

You showed me that you’re someone that thrives in drama. From the people you associate with down to the bullshit excuses you gave for your behavior, you are exactly in the environment you belong in. And I made the right decision to remove myself.

You’re a manipulator and you’re full of shit. Our first phone call was you crying that I was ending things. Your apparent lack of interest in me was more than enough to end things. Your communication skills were poor and you didn’t act your age despite constantly bringing up that you were older than me.

You tried to make yourself into the victim as if there was a right or wrong in the situation. We weren’t meant to be. I tried on my end. You threw breadcrumbs and I didn’t bite. You are the company you keep and I can’t surround myself with people who lack accountability and run from themselves.