scoff wrote:
Because I haven't done that in forever and I do have a can or two so... let's get started!
So about the Johnny Depp thing. Or more like, about men abusing women or vice versa and what it looks like to the people around them when they only see snippets and aren't there 24/7 to see what the fuck's REALLY going on.
My ex and I were together for four years. He kicked me out on his birthday, and then told all his friends I was a crazy narc who, on top of that, dumped him on his birthday after having set fire to his kitchen (he was the one setting the kitchen on fire the night before, jfc). And he had evidence I was crazy, there were witnesses to that. The night before he kicked my ass out, I'd gone haywire (because he set the kitchen on fire). I'd screamed and yelled and at some point I broke a door with a cleaning supply because I got so mad he'd broken the wall a couple nights before and then told his friends about it like it was some funny antic or something - because hey, if that's just a funny little thing to do, fuck you - imma do it too! I was so fucking done with all the hypocrisy and one thing being acceptable for him while not for me. Yah, it was childish but crazy feeds crazy and it all goes insane.
Anyway, after our breakup I got my shit together pretty quickly. I finished college, found someplace to live und so weiter. Three weeks after I'd been kicked out, I was out to a pub having fun with my friends. He was fucking broken and fucked up and couldn't talk about anything but me and what a shitty person I am. Our mutual friend had taken him on a trip to forget about it, but he'd just been so off that it hadn't even been fun.
When we fought, he was mostly more upset than I was - or at least came across as it. I'm good at being seemingly ice cold (and I was fed up). He called me this and that and that and this and I was just like "ok, no, I'm not gonna have this discussion this way" and then he'd get up an lock himself up somewhere and I'd go after and try to talk with him through the door because you do not get up and leave in the middle of an argument before you've solved the fucking issue on hand, do you? No. Anyway, had there been videos of that, I'd look like the abusive one. He went shit like "why can't you just leave me alone? why can't you just stop hurting me?" and I went shit like "I'm not doing anything, it's you who's doing shit to me and we're gonna talk through it right here, right now". Sorta. K he also called me one thing and another, but that's besides the point. A lot of people do when they get upset. I very rarely did.
Anyway, my point with this is: if you didn't know, who would believe? Me or my ex? The one who looked like a walking corpse and acted fucking off and couldn't stop obsessing about shit OR the one who moved on and had fun quite instantly? All his friends would defend him, even some past lovers. They always did. They always told me from the start that I'd found the most amazing man on earth and that I should never get rid of him. See?
Who the fuck would you believe?
Because I haven't done that in forever and I do have a can or two so... let's get started!
So about the Johnny Depp thing. Or more like, about men abusing women or vice versa and what it looks like to the people around them when they only see snippets and aren't there 24/7 to see what the fuck's REALLY going on.
My ex and I were together for four years. He kicked me out on his birthday, and then told all his friends I was a crazy narc who, on top of that, dumped him on his birthday after having set fire to his kitchen (he was the one setting the kitchen on fire the night before, jfc). And he had evidence I was crazy, there were witnesses to that. The night before he kicked my ass out, I'd gone haywire (because he set the kitchen on fire). I'd screamed and yelled and at some point I broke a door with a cleaning supply because I got so mad he'd broken the wall a couple nights before and then told his friends about it like it was some funny antic or something - because hey, if that's just a funny little thing to do, fuck you - imma do it too! I was so fucking done with all the hypocrisy and one thing being acceptable for him while not for me. Yah, it was childish but crazy feeds crazy and it all goes insane.
Anyway, after our breakup I got my shit together pretty quickly. I finished college, found someplace to live und so weiter. Three weeks after I'd been kicked out, I was out to a pub having fun with my friends. He was fucking broken and fucked up and couldn't talk about anything but me and what a shitty person I am. Our mutual friend had taken him on a trip to forget about it, but he'd just been so off that it hadn't even been fun.
When we fought, he was mostly more upset than I was - or at least came across as it. I'm good at being seemingly ice cold (and I was fed up). He called me this and that and that and this and I was just like "ok, no, I'm not gonna have this discussion this way" and then he'd get up an lock himself up somewhere and I'd go after and try to talk with him through the door because you do not get up and leave in the middle of an argument before you've solved the fucking issue on hand, do you? No. Anyway, had there been videos of that, I'd look like the abusive one. He went shit like "why can't you just leave me alone? why can't you just stop hurting me?" and I went shit like "I'm not doing anything, it's you who's doing shit to me and we're gonna talk through it right here, right now". Sorta. K he also called me one thing and another, but that's besides the point. A lot of people do when they get upset. I very rarely did.
Anyway, my point with this is: if you didn't know, who would believe? Me or my ex? The one who looked like a walking corpse and acted fucking off and couldn't stop obsessing about shit OR the one who moved on and had fun quite instantly? All his friends would defend him, even some past lovers. They always did. They always told me from the start that I'd found the most amazing man on earth and that I should never get rid of him. See?
Who the fuck would you believe?