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Last gal I dated for almost two years (and was engaged to) was considered hot by any standards. Had calls constantly while we were dating from big name clebs calling - she was from LA. Emotionally she was a train wreck. Hypoglycemic too. Came from a broken home - dad ran off with the neighbor when she was 14.
Had a superiority complex that wouldn't quit and when she was pissed, she consistently reminded you of her pedigree. I'm kind of a beer and peanuts kind of guy, and after awhile it got to the point where I just couldn't stand it. I dreaded coming home.
In a lot of ways, she was an ideal -- never cheated, honest, beautiful, intelligent, could cook - but what killed it was her ego. When she was on a rampage, no one (including her family ) could stand her. I always felt secure with her in those respects, but the emotional instability is a killer. My family loved her, but behind closed doors she was almost violent.
She used to constantly accuse me of "ogling" other women, and would send her into a tirade - and then she'd whip it out and insist that she was above me, "better than me", etc, "you should feel lucky", etc
The last 6 months this would happen on a weekly basis, till one day I snapped, walked out, never came back, quit working at the place we worked. Disappeared.
I figure she cracked and went back to LA to be wined and dined and used up - which is part of the reason she moved to WA - she felt she was just being used, for which she was. She wanted a "normal" life and wanted to give up the fledging actress gig. Figured she latched on to me since I was honest (and I ain't ugly either)
I'm still not fully recovered the whole experience changed my outlook on the opposite sex forever. Pissed off, I shall stay.
rjp
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Last edited by RANDY P; 01-13-2006 at 12:42 PM..
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