Why my girlfriend sucks

First of all, I have nobody to blame but myself because I was warned that this chick was bad news but I had heard that about other girls in the past and found it was usually just based off rumors and misinformation. But in order to keep this simple lets just call her Q.

Now I had known who Q was before we started dating, and I knew that she was a very polarizing figure. Some people found her to be a problem wherever she went, whereas others considered her a true friend who didnt judge other people and simply was misunderstood. One of my other friends (we'll call him X) actually had a pretty big falling out with Q after his family made it clear they did not want him seeing her anymore, and it was through this friend I originally met her actually. I'll start out the day that happened.

I got a text at about 6pm asking me if I wanted to go meetup with some people and smoke some weed. Me being a pothead agreed rather quickly, and after picking up X we arrived at the house. It was a pretty beat down place if I had to be honest, although it wasn't falling apart either. Upon entering the house we were greeted by someone X knew (let's call him T) and he introduced me and we all shot the shit for a few minutes until X said "so are they almost here or what?". To which T affirmed that whoever "they" entailed, were indeed almost at the house.

So we go into his TV room and get ourselves situated and begin the process of rolling a blunt. With something to keep my mind occupied, the minutes flew by and the next thing I know the doorbell is ringing. T got up and opened the door and two people entered through the doorway. One was a guy I had never met before (last letter, let's call him G), and the other person was Q. I remember as they entered into the TV room I couldn't help but eyeball Q, she had a very nice bronzish skin tone and eyes that could stare into your soul. When she saw that I had a pile of weed broken up on the table, she immediately gravitated towards where I was sitting and introduced herself. I wasn't sure if she was really interested in me or just wanted to smoke but surprisingly G didnt seem to pay any attention as he was busy having a conversation with X the whole time.

So we all smoke a little bit, and proceed to watch the Phillies play the Mets on TV. Q had been talking to me the whole time basically and I couldn't help but feel like she didnt really enjoy hanging out with G at all. She would laugh at all my stupid jokes and then apologize for being so giddy when she smokes. I said it was no problem, and that she had a very sexy laugh (it made sense at the time, smokers will feel me). When I said that I could almost feel the couch getting wet, but I did not want to create any problems with G by hitting on her any further.

But then X tapped me on the shoulder and said he would be right back, and that he was going to run to get cigs with G. I was pretty high still, and part of me thought it was weird for him to do that but the other part of me just thought of my chance to really spit some game at Q, so I just kind of nodded and said "ok". So they both leave and I'm now sitting in a room with T and Q, and we had all just met each other really so it was kind of awkward. I felt like T realized this as he got up and decreed he had to go give his girlfriend a call or she would get pissed at him. So he goes into the other room and now its just me and Q left. I remember thinking about all the bad things I had heard about her, but dismissing them as hearsay after being around her for just that little bit of time. I asked her if she would ever make her boyfriend call her every night, to which she replied she did not have a boyfriend. I asked her about G and she said he was just someone she hung out with because he had a car and she could meet other people. I laughed after she said this, because it confirmed what I had been thinking the whole time. At that point she said "you have a pretty sexy laugh yourself", and I knew for sure I was going to hook up with this chick. Part of me wanted to take it slow, and wait until I wasnt stoned before making this decision, but her eyes were just fixed on mine and it was like I couldn't say no even if I had a gun to my head. She was just fascinating to me, how someone so notorious could be so kind and gentle. So I said fuck it, I am only going to be 18 once I might as well go for it, and I started to lean towards her. Before I could even get halfway there she more or less grabbed my head and we kissed for several minutes. At some point I remembered T would be returning to the room soon, so I pulled back and told her we should continue this at some other time, so as to not be disrespectful to T. We both exchanged numbers and made plans to text each other the next day. That night ended with X and G returning and everyone leaving after another blunt was rolled and smoked. I didnt say anything about Q to X because I didnt know how he would react, and some things are just better left unsaid.

So the next day I texted Q asking if she wanted to hang out and she replied back that she could in a half hour. I felt good because that gave me time to get a shower and make sure I was looking good. So 30 minutes go by and then 45 minutes and I decide to call her. She answers and says that she got caught in some traffic and would definitely be able to hang out in another half hour. I had no choice but to accept her explanation and finally, an hour later, she called me and told me to pick her up at her house. I picked her up and we went to a local shopping mall because she said she wanted to look at some earrings she was going to ask her Dad for her birthday. After we pulled into a parking spot, she put her hands around my head and we made out again for several minutes. I realized this was the first time we had been alone together since last night, and she couldn't do it when I was driving for obvious reasons but I was still somewhat taken aback that this girl was willing to hook up with a guy she had just met last night in a mall parking lot. Either way, it felt really damn good and left me feeling pretty happy as we entered the mall. I don't even remember what stores we went to inside really, it was more about just walking around together and getting to know each other better.

Eventually, she said she felt hungry and I put on my pimp hat and offered to buy her meal. She happily accepted and squeezed my hand to let me know she would not forget it, and her touch still made me melt at that point. I asked where she wanted to eat at, pointing out the food court had several large food chains to pick from, but she said she really wanted to go to a sit-down restaurant. I felt somewhat confused, since there were so many other choices to pick, but I wanted to keep up my catering to her and agreed to take her to TGI Fridays but explained I really didnt have that much money to spend on a large meal. I wound up spending 30 out of the 50 dollars I had, which meant I would only be able to buy one gram of weed later that night. I would never have used to let a girl persuade me to spend money on her like that before, but something about Q was different. I kept thinking back to how I felt entering the mall, and how I felt at T's house the other night, and how weed would never make me feel like that anyway. When I was with her I didnt even really think about weed, although it would still be nice to have. So that's how I rationalized it in my head, and Q said she would return the favor when we next hung out.

So for the next couple months we had a semi-boyfriend/girlfriend relationship going on, with me usually picking her up and smoking weed before going shopping somewhere. She was always making sure to keep me happy though, and it made me feel like the things I was buying her were somehow validated because of that. We had sex for the first time together about a week after meeting each other and I remember thinking in my head I was truly glad I met her. She was always there to cheer me up on a bad day, or turn a boring night into one of excitement and relaxation. And all I had to do was buy her some stuff every now and then which I figured all girlfriends would ask their boyfriends to do. It was definitely a good time in my life, and I still wish I could experience those months one more time.

But like any relationship, things started to become more difficult as we got to know each other better. I realized she was always a hassle to get a hold of when you needed her for something but the second she needed you for something it was expected for you to drop everything and immediately help her. Also, I soon decided I needed to remove myself from seeing her everyday because it was starting to become almost a part-time job. The sex was great in the beginning but after a while it just seemed like she didnt care anymore. Not that it was bad, it just wasnt the same. Plus, the neighborhood she lived in was kind of trashy, so I didnt really go over her house very often, except to pick her up really. She didnt really bring anything to the table besides giving me physical pleasure either, she was pretty unintelligent, had bad manners, dressed somewhat questionable, and I didnt even tell my parents about her because I knew they would not like her. I just told them I was always going over one of my friend's houses when I was really going to hang out with her.

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One day I finally decided I wasn't enjoying being her boyfriend anymore, and that I was going to break up with her. When I sat her down and explained how I felt, she seemed unphased by what I was saying, as if she already knew all of it and was more surprised it took me this long to realize it. She said she was sorry I felt that way, and that she just wanted to go home. Upon dropping her off at her house, I told her it didnt have to end like this if she would change her ways a little but she just shook her head and said she wasn't changing for anyone. I sighed, and waved goodbye for the last time to Q.

I felt somewhat sad the first couple days after breaking up with her, but was still confident I had made the right choice. I knew she had probably already found another guy to leech off of anyway, and that I should just look for girls with less negatives attached to them. But I soon realized I kind of missed her antics in a way, and it may seem annoying to the outside observer, but they almost in a way made me that much happier when we finally would hook up. I actually did meet some other girls after I broke up with Q but they just seemed kind of boring in comparison. They were all nice for sure, but something about Q was just different. I kept thinking about that night in T's house on his couch, and how amazing those first couple of weeks were. Eventually, I realized I should at least see how she was doing, and that she would be different this time and less of a bad influence. So I texted her one night and, surprisingly, she said she was single and that she was willing to hang out tomorrow if I wanted to.

So the next day I pick her up at her house and we catch up on how we've been doing. I told her I was sorry I broke up with her and that and I wasn't paying enough attention to the positives she brought to my life and just pointing out the negatives. She was very forgiving of everything, and even said she understood why I was frustrated. We actually had makeup sex that same day, and it was almost as good as the first time.

But even sooner than before all the reasons I originally broke up with her came creeping back into my life, and I eventually realized that the positives she brings will never outweigh the negatives. I had to tell her we probably shouldn't see each other for a second time, and it went more or less the same way as the first one, except I was more mad at myself for falling for her trap a second time.

So now fast forward to the present day, and I have been breaking up with and reconciling with Q off and on for the past 3 years. I know every time that she is going to pull the same shit, but I have yet to find something that can lift my spirits as much as her touch could. All of my old friends hate her and thus I don't really talk to them very much anymore, although she says they just don't understand the connection we share. I think more people would warm up to her if she wasn't so high-maintenance, but she is so stuck in her ways that will never change. I feel like part of me knows this girl is only holding me back, but part of me feels like she is also keeping me from going off the deep end. If you haven't figured it out by now, Q is not a woman at all. And she's not a man either. Q is heroin, and she fucking sucks.

 

 

i'll be honest at first i thought i was reading some cheesy blog but i continued and that was really fucking good.

 

it was supposed to be longer but I got distracted half way through and just sort of ended it quickly. As long as it makes sense and I wasn't just xanned out and thinking it made sense that's cool.

 

Man, that was pretty awesome. With the shocking ending. Like watching Fight Club for the first time all over. Two thumbs up.

 

v good. could you do a weekly blog update, i would subscribe

 

I actually tend to mess with high maintainance girls. It can be really annoying as its a constant struggle of the sexes, but its a good fuck aint it. Of course it is or you be like I hope the door hits your ass on the way out. You wouldnt let a fat bitch talk treat you like that, no sir. Dont get me wrong I emphasize completely. I dont even know her but she sounds like my type. I kinda lead them on with oh Ill take you out some other time or we will get high as fuck when I get more dope, lets just drink some cheap wine for now.
I know what you mean about her being unavailible on the phone but if she was to break a nail god forbid I dont come running. God help us all If I dont get there fast or shes gonna shit a brick so hard it will become a lethal projectile. Than shes gonna turn into evil voltron and break shit hulk style. What she is gonna do for real though is call every number she has for me including ones I didnt give out. My mom is like why is your girlfriend calling my cell phone and leaving messages. I didnt give her the number. When I asked her about it she was like "oh I was just playing with your moms phone and I put my numbers in it and uh put the number in mine, its your moms right."
Ive heard one of your womens's thoughts vocalized by a woman I know. "any good boyfriend would totally buy his girlfriend this" I said "you gotta be kidding are you my gf or a prostitute". I ended buying said stuff. So we already know the score cuz even after I called her a whore in public she still thought I should buy it and I bought her whatever crap she wanted and I fucked her when we got to my place. So Im out 20-40 we end up fucking for like 3 hours. Its wasnt the money, just the gimme gimmme and the attitude.
The problem with her was she knew how much money I made and she was high maintainance. I made hella money but it was like she wants a downright percentage, so she could date some broke dude, just as long as he spends enough money for him to feel like he doesnt have enough is good enough. I think these women like control to some degree.
If we are profiling they have 100 dollar guess jeans, are into tanning, do their nails, hate other women with a passion, take fucking FOREVER to get ready, dont answer their phone or even acknowledge that it is ringing, totally are in love with you as long as you make good money, want to know how much money you make, have ridiculous amounts of makeup in thier purse, and tell you who they are defienetly not ok with you hanging out with.
Not all women are this way, but forgive me if yours dosnt fit this mold and you have something special. Thats what I told myself when she wasnt telling me that. Ive been through this ringer a few times. Didnt mean to type so much. Yeah Ive kinda threaded on similar ground with a different bitch, but the same kind of bitch.

 

Oh wow. That was pretty fucking awesome.

 

Awesome man, very unexpected ending. I've personally always trusted the rumors, thanks to bluelight!! On the other hand I just never had her introduced to me either or my life would probably be very different now. Good luck with dumping that woman!

 

thanks guys I do appreciate your support

unfortunately im way too reserved to really ever make anything out of whatever creativity I may or may not possess, but it does lead to some interesting thoughts in my day-to-day experiences

 

I didn't read the ending till you asked me to. Well fuck it, I skimmed your blog. Jokes on me. I dated high maintenance bitches IRL.

 

I enjoyed this.