Monday Roundtable: Breaking Up and Fucking Up
Just some of the many ways we ruin our lives after a breakup.
Just some of the many ways we ruin our lives after a breakup.
In the pool hall, my sweetheart and a close friend tease me one night: “unimpressive,” “pure luck,” “you aren’t that good.” They were trying to get my ire up so that an hour later when I told them to stare into each other’s eyes as I fucked my sweetheart’s body, I would mean it with a snarky competitive vengeance, I would mean it with power and control, I would be pushed to take what I want.
“It seemed at the time to be exactly what life was about, and only just barely staying alive, curling up in corners of lonely, unclean rooms in shaking fits of sadness too raw to keep inside my head, screaming into my bent knees.”
“As soon as we met Tara and Tony, our lives morphed to make room for them. Instead of drinking Carol’s parents’ liquor on Friday nights, we went to their apartment in Hillcrest to smoke pot from a bong filled with Midori and play with Tara’s snake.”
“I never went into it planning to be a monster, and I think that actually always made it worse.”
“She asks me how it went, I say it went bad. I don’t say much more because she hates hearing about my family like they hate hearing about her. It goes better when I keep it to myself.”
“I wanted her to smile at me that way. I wanted her to say my name. This turned out to be easy.”
“I think I’m willing to do this because I’m constantly aware that death awaits us all and I’m more inclined to want to heighten an experience if I can.”
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“My armor was a smile, Santana’s was an insult. And bless her for it.”
Dementia used to be called madness, I was told.
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“I want to cry but I work in events, and I can’t go home until 8pm. Instead I spend the afternoon wondering how much it would hurt if I bit off my finger.”
“Life is hard enough, let me have this.”
“No one knows, including me, that my overindulgence and competitive drinking is an attempt to assert the only masculinity I know. Toxic.”
“I derailed Bible study tonight and Pastor Daniel ended up delivering a lecture about the danger of Britney Spears; specifically, Crossroads. He said she’s scandalous.”
“I still learned how to make bad things last, make my words sweet when my heart was sour, make anything a weapon, even food.”
“I like to think I’ve put my talking-back skills to great use as an adult who enjoys proving points and getting the last word and being right.”
“I craved that isolation, that feeling of utter aching loneliness that I found inside houses where I did not belong.”
What types of relationship situations or people are you often drawn to even though you know they’re bad for you and will destroy you?