I’m the worst breaker-upper in the world. It’s so much better (and easier for me) when folk simply figure it out. I don’t like having a discussion that something is over ’cause it’s so much easier (for me) for the other person to come to that realization on their own. I figure if I’m good at figuring it out, the other person should be able to do the same. Now, I know that’s not fair. It’s a coward’s way out and yeah, you can call me that when it comes to that sorta thing.
You may be saying to the computer screen, “Totsy, whoever in the world dumped you? You’re just so lovely and whatnot”. I do declare folks, I most certainly agree with you. I mean, why wouldn’t I? However, I’ve had opportunities at being the dumper and the dumpee. The latter end of that makes one feel like a bag of shit. It’s a rather natural and very uncomfortable feeling. I mean, shit is what you feel like initially but I guess a lotta folk get their turn at some point or another, unfortunately.
On another unfortunate side, I suppose folk can dump other folk at will. Whether there’s been vested time in love, friendship or familyship, folk get dumped.
I tend to slowly find my way outta the dumpster by staying busy. I mean, therapy could help me in more ways than one but then I’d have to talk about why I was dump-worthy and who really wants to have that discussion? I mean, at least I couldn’t back then. However, over the years, I’ve pretty much gotten my therapy via the Dr. Phil Show. I am so undump-worthy now, it’s not even funny. At least, I thought.
Now, I know you’re so saying to that computer screen right about now, “Totsy, what the hell’s going on down in that south? Should I break out my credit card and place an order on Flowers.com? I mean, what the fuck?”
It seems folks, I find myself in the dumpster right about now but not in the way we traditionally think about being dumped. Because I’ve been a bad breaker-upper, I suppose Karma has hunted me down and cornered my ass.