A bit from the past

Work was...alcohol fueled tonight. Made over $500, so not too bad. Plus I'm in possession of my car.

I'm going to post the email I sent the ex after we decided to part ways (as roommates ;). Maybe this will give you some insght into our relationship...

I'm done with all the whiny pitiful bullshit. I think both you and I know that it's not really me. It really never had worked on you, and I have to say that I like that about you-but I'll get to that later.

I'm going to start from the beginning, well, sort of.

Back in October of 08 I was cruising around on Craigslist (it's an addiction, I swear) in the roommate section 'cause I was getting a little bored of living alone and I stumbled upon an ad that seemed familiar. Low and behold it was yours! You really shouldn't have put your name at the bottom, if you hadn't I might not have been so sure and probably would have never contacted you again, but hindsight is 20/20. Anyways, the contents of the ad led me to two conclusions; your current roommate had vacated and you probably weren't getting back together with Name Redacted (like no one saw that coming).

It was then and there that I decided I was going to try and get you to be my roommate. Why? Well, I was bored and it seemed like a nifty little challenge, plus you always kind of intrigued me. Anyways, I decided the best bet would be for me to contact you on your birthday because let's admit, who isn't flattered that someone whom they haven't talked to in a while has remembered their b-day. From that point on it was actually easier than I expected, I honestly didn't expect you to be so open to talking with me again.

Anyways, I started throwing out not so subtle hints about needing a roommate and all that jazz so that you could be the one to suggest it. I've noticed it's always best to let men think they're the ones' coming up with the ideas. That was it-mission accomplished. So yes, it was pretty 'dramatic' of me I suppose.

Now I really did like you as much as I can like anybody. Disregarding the fact that I think you're delusional and you believe all sorts of spiritual bullshit, I think there's an intelligent person underneath all that. I'm not sure if I care about you as a person, because I don't really understand what that means or how one knows those things. Maybe deep down I hoped that if I spent a little more time with you you'd come out and be like "joking! I'm not really a religious freak who latches onto every crackpot theory to make my life easier to cope with!!!" and I'd be able to really respect you as a human being. Oh well, clearly that's not going to happen.

I've always liked to push people's buttons. I used to do it with my father all the time. You aren't really that easy though...I've only seen you show anger towards me a handful of times, and you can bet I counted each of those times as a win for me. Immature? Yes. I liked the fact that you didn't buy into my 'pity me' crap (and I really did go pretty far with that, not really easy for me). It seems to work on most people I've encountered.

I don't think I really thought things out too well concerning our cohabitation (sorry for the large word, I know you hate those) because I sort of forgot about the whole actually living together part. I was really only concerned with the challenge of getting you to aagree (well, suggest) it.

I have to say I'm surprised at how possessive I got at the thought of you going out and fucking around with girls, that's not reall like me. I really have no desire to have sex with you (or anyone, for that matter); maybe it's just jealousy of your ability to have normal relationships. I remember getting pissed of when Name Redacted would do the same thing.

Anyways, I'm not making myself out to be some diabolical genius or anything, though I've always had a bit of a superiority complex.

As far as the apartment is concerned, I'm sure I'll be able to get a roommate by the 1st of September-not that I was kicking you out or anything, it's just that the whole thing wasn't as fun as I had imagined. Even if I can't, you not paying for your seven days, while dickish on your part considering you are choosing to leave early, is fine. It's not as if I'm broke.

Well, clearly there's no need for a response on your part. The whole thing could have actually been pages longer, but I figured you'd be getting bored by now, so I might as well chop it off.

No hard feelings!

So, there you have it. That email is from August 2009, after we decided we shouldn't be roommates.