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This is the end, my friend

A few weeks ago, after he defriended someone on AIM, F-train and I were talking about the end of relationships.
I think he took the position that he would rather there be a gradual parting of the ways, like you just don’t call like you used to or visit the other and then one day, five years later, you’re all “hmm…when was the last time I saw Tammy? Weird.”
But I disagreed.
My thinking goes something like this…in that scenario there’s always the possibility that it’s not really over. That someone just got lazy and stopped making an effort. It’s all too uncertain. Suddenly, I’m googling them just to find out where they ended up and then I’m sending “hey…how’re you doing?” emails and before you know it, Karol is all “you’re having dinner with Elliot, again? Are you out of your ever loving mind” ing me for two hours.

When relationships end with a big, knock down drag out fight where glass breaks and spit flies — there’s no question about reconciliation or “catching up” in twenty years. Oh no. That loser is dead to you and you have a bag full of heads that you’ve cut out of pictures.
But, that’s just me. A child of divorce. And a spawn of a long line of bitter women.

14 Responses to “This is the end, my friend”

  1. Binda Says:

    Yes, I agree with Karol – are you insane? The man threatened me with a knife! Oh, wait, was that another friend?

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    no, no…that was him. :)

  3. Karol Says:

    Elliot threatened Binda with a knife….jaaaaaaayzus you pick some winners.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    it’s tough. it’s tough.

  5. Karol Says:

    It’s not that tough.

  6. Chugarte Says:

    Says the woman still talking to Dawn.

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.

  8. April Says:

    I’m with Dawn. None of this ambiguity shit.

  9. Casca Says:

    Since we’re in discovery:

    Was it a butter knife?

    What did the beyotch say to the accused immediately before he felt the need to defend himself?

  10. Binda Says:

    I don’t recall what kind of knife.

    But I may be confusing him with another one of Dawn’s friends, a member of ROTC, who aimed a knife at my throat in our college dining hall when I became overly excited and hyper that the next day was my birthday.

    Why would anyone need to defend themselves from lil’ me, a five foot pixie?

  11. Karol Says:

    Both of Dawn’s high school [male] best friends have restraining orders against them. One of them has two.

  12. Dawn Summers Says:

    I like that she clarifies “male.” I’m sure you have one or two on your record, buddy.

  13. Casca Says:

    As you lawyers know, it’s pretty easy to get slapped with a restraining order these days. Shit divorce lawyers do it to men as a matter of course.

  14. Karol Says:

    Neither of these men had ever been married.

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