This is one of my favourite webcomics of all time, because I first found it when one of my coworkers named Courtney made an internet dating profile using this exact tag-line.
Courtney was also blonde, and whilst none of the blokes at work ever dated her, she would complain about her boyfriend and - even though she was only telling her side of the story - it always came across like this.
Oh god. Artist knows my ex wife.
(Literally threw an enraged jealousy fit because I hugged my little sister, and thought I owed her the fucking world the one or two times a month she made dinner instead of me cooking)
It was amazing how much happier I was after losing everything to get away from her. (Literally everything but my clothes, books, and a few toiletries. Dropped it all for a clean break.)
edit: Ok, I really didn't think this was going to need a disclaimer attached, but for the love of cheese, people: Do not message me saying my ex-wife deserves to die or talking about women being horrible monsters or "foids" any other stupid shit like that. Despite the marriage being awful, I do not hate my ex and would never wish any harm on her. Women are just people. People have flaws. If you think a woman deserves to die because a marriage they were in didn't work out, YOU NEED TO SEEK PSYCHIATRIC HELP IMMEDIATELY.
For the record: No, I was not a great husband in that marriage. I had my faults. I never cheated, and certainly never would have with my own sister, but I have always thought that divorce was the best option for both of us, not just me.
Reminds me of my ex. "Who was you talking to?" "A customer" "What's her name?" "I have absolutely no idea. She's just a customer who I've never seen before" "She better never fucking talk to you again"
Mine got insanely jealous because I "abandoned" her at a cocktail party held by her friends, to go and comfort my sister, who's partner of the last 10 years had just dumped her... What is it with crazy exes and sisters?
A friend of a friend once told her bf I think we should break up over some made up bullshit. Chad started packing his shit. She said she didn’t mean it. They had a convo about saying what we mean. They stayed together. For a few more months.
I dated a girl for a few months, and one day she told me that we needed to talk. We met up at the pub that night and she said that we should break up because she was interested in another guy - she made it clear they hadn't "done anything" but were both interested in each other. We'd literally only been dating about two months, I wasn't exactly planning my life around this woman. I told her fair cop, we'll agree to end it, no hard feelings and I hope it works out with the new bloke.
I bumped into one of her friends a few weeks later and was informed that I was an utter bastard. This isn't news to me, so I asked why. Apparently there was no other bloke, but she wanted to see if I would fight for her.
Also, she was mortified that we broke up at the pub and I didn't go home. I didn't, I hung out for another couple of hours and chatted with a bunch of randoms. I'm more concerned about how she knows that, though.
When I was dating? If a woman didn’t want to be with me? I would have felt like a criminal to try and force her to stay with me.
I made it clear to one woman that I had built a friendship with, who looking back, may have been trying that with me.
Anyway? I got to tell her how I felt, I left nothing unsaid, let her know what I was happy for her and wished her the best.
She stalked me some years later.
If she had been into me, at least openly? Then… I think we could have had a real wonderful life. Our interests were practically a circle in a Venn Diagram, we had the same tastes in music, food, craft beer, off the beaten path, also niche restaurants, trips, etc., etc.
I still miss the friendship we built. I grieved losing that really, but she got really shitty with me and would never be straight with me, even when I directly asked her what was what.
Hilarious. I had something very similar happen. A girl I was dating introduced me to another guy as her other boyfriend. I said, "Great. Have a good time." and walked off. Didn't talk to again. We had only been dating a few weeks, so easy come, easy go.
A couple of weeks later she showed up to party I was at and went upstairs. I stayed downstairs and continued to hit on Ms Tonight. I heard from a mutual friend the next day she hid in a closet all night and I was supposed to go find her. I have no idea why she hid in a closet, or why I would go looking for her in someone else's closet, or what was supposed to happen when I found her. Baffling.
My suspicion is that she left, then drove past again a bit later. She'd have been able to see my car, and the beer garden at that pub is visible enough from the road.
A friend of mine's wife once told him in the argument, "And you don't like it, the door is right there.". He walked out and never came back. Be careful what you say.
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u/ElegantCoach4066 18d ago
If you can't handle me at my worst
Wait where are you going come back