So I guess it wasnt a complete loss, that and she's going to be moving out.Wow what a night.
We both went to the wedding and I was well on my way to crazy break up sex once we got home. We were dancing, drinking, and having lots of fun. Hell I even got polished off in the bathroom.
Then bam. The next thing I remember is her in my best friends car crying with my best friend's girlfriend and me yelling at her while my friends restrained/comforted me. So much for avoiding letting our friends know about nothing.
Then another blackout and I remember waking up in front of our place. She's in the car with her soon to be roommate crying and asking for her crap. I remember going inside getting some of her #### and throwing it out and giving her our dog. Then talking to my brother before I slept.
I am typing this at 6 in the morning because I am awakened by a text message on my phone from the ex that reads, "What happened last night? Why did we start fighting?" I replied "You're breaking up with me. No idea."
We then exchange a few texts trying to figure out what triggered the fight, but both of us have no idea. Just remember having a great time. She then has the balls to ask to move out Thursday instead of today, which is her next day off, but I told her she has to GTFO.
So yah, crazy because we were well on our way to having fabulous break up sex which was my goal of the evening. Instead we caused a huge scene in front of my friends. Haha what a night.
Who could have predicted that the wedding would turn out like this?Oh, right. Everybody did.Wow what a night.We both went to the wedding and I was well on my way to crazy break up sex once we got home. We were dancing, drinking, and having lots of fun. Hell I even got polished off in the bathroom.Then bam. The next thing I remember is her in my best friends car crying with my best friend's girlfriend and me yelling at her while my friends restrained/comforted me. So much for avoiding letting our friends know about nothing.Then another blackout and I remember waking up in front of our place. She's in the car with her soon to be roommate crying and asking for her crap. I remember going inside getting some of her #### and throwing it out and giving her our dog. Then talking to my brother before I slept.I am typing this at 6 in the morning because I am awakened by a text message on my phone from the ex that reads, "What happened last night? Why did we start fighting?" I replied "You're breaking up with me. No idea."We then exchange a few texts trying to figure out what triggered the fight, but both of us have no idea. Just remember having a great time. She then has the balls to ask to move out Thursday instead of today, which is her next day off, but I told her she has to GTFO.So yah, crazy because we were well on our way to having fabulous break up sex which was my goal of the evening. Instead we caused a huge scene in front of my friends. Haha what a night.

Nice work, man.Wow what a night.
We both went to the wedding and I was well on my way to crazy break up sex once we got home. We were dancing, drinking, and having lots of fun. Hell I even got polished off in the bathroom.
Then bam. The next thing I remember is her in my best friends car crying with my best friend's girlfriend and me yelling at her while my friends restrained/comforted me. So much for avoiding letting our friends know about nothing.
Then another blackout and I remember waking up in front of our place. She's in the car with her soon to be roommate crying and asking for her crap. I remember going inside getting some of her #### and throwing it out and giving her our dog. Then talking to my brother before I slept.
I am typing this at 6 in the morning because I am awakened by a text message on my phone from the ex that reads, "What happened last night? Why did we start fighting?" I replied "You're breaking up with me. No idea."
We then exchange a few texts trying to figure out what triggered the fight, but both of us have no idea. Just remember having a great time. She then has the balls to ask to move out Thursday instead of today, which is her next day off, but I told her she has to GTFO.
So yah, crazy because we were well on our way to having fabulous break up sex which was my goal of the evening. Instead we caused a huge scene in front of my friends. Haha what a night.
Ive been here the whole time with you my son. Reading, watching. Glad to see you're doing better. NOW GET OUT THERE AND TRAMPLE SOME HOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PS - Your EX GF sounds like a complete sociopath.So after my last post at 0600 AM Sunday, she texts me and asks me to pick her up from my best friend's place who she spent the night with his GF/her roommate to be. I reply, "No. If you're not coming over to get back together and make love then you can stay there until you guys pick your stuff up today." She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex. Afterwards, we talked for a bit about how I was not angry at her, I am at peace with her decisions, and I was ready to move on once she moved out. I just want her to be happy and I want to be happy. Eventually we just both dozed off into bed. This was the most affection she had showed me for the past 3 weeks.We wake up around 11ish and she asks if I would go out to grab a bite to eat with her. Again, at lunch everything was good between her and I. About halfway through she mentioned going to Wal-Mart to buy somethings she needs when she moves out. Then it hit me she was really moving out. I kind of just fell silent for a bit and blankly stared at the TV playing the HOU-BAL game. I held it together and we just started talking about random things. Keeping the conversation from having those awkward silences. The check eventually comes and this is where things got a bit interesting to me. Since she asked me to go with her to grab lunch, I expected her to pay. However, she still expected me to pay for the bill so she became a bit more irritable after that. I explained to her that she invited me out to lunch, so she should pay and she reluctantly takes out her credit card. From there the normally free and easy conversations became icy. After lunch, we go to Wal*Mart (I need to drive her around since she had lost her clutch from the night before that contained her license and a credit card) and she shops for the things she needs. Again, I'm fine with ending the relationship so I just tag along, pushing the cart, and helping her get the stuff she needed. Not really talking much, except out of necessity. The car ride back starts off a bit icy, but I eventually break the silence again telling her: I'm not mad at her, I just want her to be happy, and that I deserve to be with someone better. She talked about how she was sorry and even though everything was "perfect" she still wasn't happy. We continued to talk about the those themes in different variations the rest of the way. I drop her off at home so she can start to pack. I pick up my brother so we can get his car from the wedding venue since he was too drunk to drive and so I could return my tux rental. During the car ride with my brother we talked and our talk really put me at ease with the up coming break up. For the first time I was actually EXCITED about a future that didn't include her. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but my brother and I talked about moving in together with a couple of our friends and basically having a bachelor pad. We would rent a house, go out, get drunk, and bone as many women as we can. The car ride ends, my brother and I part ways, and I head back to the house TRULY AT PEACE with her moving out and getting out of my life.TBC...
I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.
Glad my ex- doesn't share the same viewpoint.I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.
I've only read the OP and the OP's last post. "Duh" comes to mind.
You know it's serious when Jeep is the voice of reason. 
Do you have any nude pics you can share?Glad my ex- doesn't share the same viewpoint.I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.
What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()
It's cheaper and not sure how living with single guys who are all down party and go hoe hunting is a bad thing?you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.
A Maltese. Eh, I'll be too drunk and too busy doggy styling women to take care of the dog.What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()
How old are you?It's cheaper and not sure how living with single guys who are all down party and go hoe hunting is a bad thing?you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.
Videos too!Sorry, no sharing.Do you have any nude pics you can share?Glad my ex- doesn't share the same viewpoint.I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.
That's not a dog. It's an accessory for gay men and rich hotel heiresses.A Maltese. Eh, I'll be too drunk and too busy doggy styling women to take care of the dog.What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()
Videos too!Sorry, no sharing.Do you have any nude pics you can share?Glad my ex- doesn't share the same viewpoint.I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.

I can see now why you gave away the dog.You want a bigger breed anyway.A Maltese. Eh, I'll be too drunk and too busy doggy styling women to take care of the dog.What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()
privacy and cleanliness come to mind.It's cheaper and not sure how living with single guys who are all down party and go hoe hunting is a bad thing?you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.
She was right to break up with you.Videos too!Sorry, no sharing.Do you have any nude pics you can share?Glad my ex- doesn't share the same viewpoint.I don't get this. You reduce the act of making love between two people that supposedly deeply care about each other into something to do "one last time". Really? Sex involves sharing yourself at a deeply emotional level. Way to cheapen it.She replies, "Pick me up. I want to make love one last time." Not sure if it was a great idea or not, but I picked her up. On the drive back home we talked in the car about how much fun we were having at the wedding and trying to figure out when/why #### hit the fan. No animosity, no ill feelings. Just a normal conversation with us laughing about how crazy we are and picking off where we left off. We get home, get into bed, and this time we had fantastic non-alcohol induced break up sex.
Then it hit me she was really moving out. I kind of just fell silent for a bit and blankly stared at the TV playing the HOU-BAL game. I held it together and we just started talking about random things
Well, no kidding. Sure he's hurt a little, anybody would be. But even if it's straight BS, just pretending to be over it is a giant step. She'll be out of sight, out of mind. He'll meet some younger, hotter girl who he'll make new mistakes with.You seem to be trying to put on a brave face in this thread. Either for our benefit or your own. The quote below makes me think you're covering up a bit on your real feelings. Good luck, breaking up isn't easy.
Then it hit me she was really moving out. I kind of just fell silent for a bit and blankly stared at the TV playing the HOU-BAL game. I held it together and we just started talking about random things
Yah, but that was BEFORE my talk with my brother. I guess the past few days I have been telling myself I am fine with it and ok, but after talking to my brother I really do feel excited about the future.No I'm not all peaches and cream and 100% over her, but when this news first broke I was a pathetic mess for two days and now slowly but surely actually seeing things in a positive light for once.You seem to be trying to put on a brave face in this thread. Either for our benefit or your own. The quote below makes me think you're covering up a bit on your real feelings. Good luck, breaking up isn't easy.
Then it hit me she was really moving out. I kind of just fell silent for a bit and blankly stared at the TV playing the HOU-BAL game. I held it together and we just started talking about random things
Yah, but that was BEFORE my talk with my brother. I guess the past few days I have been telling myself I am fine with it and ok, but after talking to my brother I really do feel excited about the future.No I'm not all peaches and cream and 100% over her, but when this news first broke I was a pathetic mess for two days and now slowly but surely actually seeing things in a positive light for once.You seem to be trying to put on a brave face in this thread. Either for our benefit or your own. The quote below makes me think you're covering up a bit on your real feelings. Good luck, breaking up isn't easy.
Then it hit me she was really moving out. I kind of just fell silent for a bit and blankly stared at the TV playing the HOU-BAL game. I held it together and we just started talking about random things
I'm a clean person and my brother is. We've lived together before in college and our apartment was always spotless. So the trick is just picking out which of our other friends we can live with and we know who is clean or not from seeing how they keep up their place right now.I also think having roommates will be key in avoiding serious relationships.privacy and cleanliness come to mind.It's cheaper and not sure how living with single guys who are all down party and go hoe hunting is a bad thing?you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.
you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.
Solo is the way to go. Roommates suck (except for paying part of the rent, of course).That's not a dog. It's an accessory for gay men and rich hotel heiresses.A Maltese. Eh, I'll be too drunk and too busy doggy styling women to take care of the dog.What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()

1. This entire progression is normal. Even down to the stupid WalMart shopping. If you continue to see her, the emotional yo-yo will continue. But you'll want to see her and probably still will. It'll suck and be confusing, but it's normal. 2. You're not over her. Not 100% or even 10%. And that's okay, you've been broken up by a girl you love. It'll take time. You can keep faking it, but I wouldn't advise it.

Pros and Cons with both. Roomates can suck, but the extra money for Drugs, prostitutes, alcohol, gambling, it can be a fun tradeoff for a while. Especially at 26 yrs old. He needs to get himself some Xtcy and bang some ho for a couple of days straight. That will get his mind right. You hear me LUKE!you should get your own bachelor pad and not do the roommate thing.Solo is the way to go. Roommates suck (except for paying part of the rent, of course).
When Woz thinks you're normal....1. This entire progression is normal. Even down to the stupid WalMart shopping. If you continue to see her, the emotional yo-yo will continue. But you'll want to see her and probably still will. It'll suck and be confusing, but it's normal. 2. You're not over her. Not 100% or even 10%. And that's okay, you've been broken up by a girl you love. It'll take time. You can keep faking it, but I wouldn't advise it. 3. Don't do roommates. I did that right after when I was in your position and I don't think it helped. Especially if your roommates have significant others. Brutal seeing them happy together after you just went through what you did.
at woz and his yorkies.Thanks. This is what I imagine would be awesome about having roommates.Plus, I'm not talking about sharing a room with someone. So no need for the sock on the door handle. More like renting a 3 or 4 bedroom place and partying like we did in college but only we actually have money now.I did roommates for a good chunk of my 20's. We partied constantly and I made memories that will last a lifetime. We had a few different roommates over the years. One of them is like a brother to me. Another is like a sister (yes, we had a chick move in at one point). Another is a friend. The rest I've either moved past or they can burn in hell.If you get a great roommate it's a great situation. If you get a lousy one it's a nightmare. But overall I recommend them if you're looking to go partying nonstop.Also,
at woz and his yorkies.
If I was 24 again I would have roommates. Way more fun that way and cheaper too.Thanks. This is what I imagine would be awesome about having roommates.Plus, I'm not talking about sharing a room with someone. So no need for the sock on the door handle. More like renting a 3 or 4 bedroom place and partying like we did in college but only we actually have money now.I did roommates for a good chunk of my 20's. We partied constantly and I made memories that will last a lifetime. We had a few different roommates over the years. One of them is like a brother to me. Another is like a sister (yes, we had a chick move in at one point). Another is a friend. The rest I've either moved past or they can burn in hell.If you get a great roommate it's a great situation. If you get a lousy one it's a nightmare. But overall I recommend them if you're looking to go partying nonstop.Also,
at woz and his yorkies.
Pretty sure I'm right here, Serge.That's not a dog. It's an accessory for gay men and rich hotel heiresses.A Maltese. Eh, I'll be too drunk and too busy doggy styling women to take care of the dog.What kind is it?Wait, she gets the dog?![]()
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You're killing me with this one.The fight probably started because you tried to grudge-#### her in the ###hole.
"You wanna break up with me, #####? Try this on for size !!" (Godzilla bellow)

You know they're going to hook up at the wedding, right?I know I've been goofing around a lot in the thread, but I really hope you stay that way. I know how much it sucks, man.Now seriously, after the weekend, throw her out. You have to. It's the only way you're ever going to move on. It took me moving 2,000 miles away from the "one that got away" before I had any chance of forgetting about her. Being 20 steps away is emotional suicide.Really appreciate all the help guys.Not much to update now. I just have this weekend to get through. We're going to a mutual friends wedding together on Saturday. We don't want to pull attention away from the wedding since a lot of our friends will be there and have no idea, plus don't want to deal with all those questions.It's crazy right now how at peace I feel. Don't have any resentment towards her and wish her the best. Though let's see how that changes. Hanging out with my friends last night and all the advice in hear have really helped.FFA never fails.
[/fuller]I'm not sure what that means, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what that means.Before she leaves, dirty chewbacca w/ a portugese breakfast

WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! (Not there, Han!)I'm not sure what that means, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what that means.Before she leaves, dirty chewbacca w/ a portugese breakfast![]()