Break up Stories

[Stormmey]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Dear K</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Stormmey1</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Peasie</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Stormmey1</div><div class="ubbcode-body">I was trying to spare you the trauma and drama </div></div>

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when u get caught in a lie and that is your excuse you really sad!! </div></div>

I'm sure theres a little bit of drama/trauma if thats what causes this punch line!! </div></div>

There was none on my part.

When you have child/children from a previous relationship that you are hiding you are just a douche bag plain and simple.

[Jazz]

Re: Break up Stories

Your first mistake was thinking you could control me.

[Peasie]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Jazz</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Your first mistake was thinking you could control me. </div></div>
dang.

[DearK]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Peasie</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Jazz</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Your first mistake was thinking you could control me. </div></div>
dang.

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RIght! Jazz spill!!!

[Jazz]

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Peasie said ten words or less...

[Emperah]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Peasie</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Emperah_dahJahI</div><div class="ubbcode-body">mi cyaan tek dis nuh more </div></div>
Is that what you said to her? </div></div>

Yes

[Peasie]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Jazz</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Peasie said ten words or less... </div></div>
For you, take as many words as you need

<span style="font-size: 8pt">hawl up crate an siddung wid patty an coco bread</span>

[Emperah]

Re: Break up Stories

shiff likkle Peasie

[twiney]

Re: Break up Stories

Skoot over jazz batty likkle mi can get a kotch

[Tulip]

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Please make some room for me too.

[Skelly]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Peasie</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Skelly</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Don't let the door hit you on the way out. </div></div>
Him walk out? Was it a rahtid fight? </div></div>

No he did not walk out. He was dragged out.

[Jazz]

Re: Break up Stories

Ok I will try to keep it short but...

So I was young and naive... he was the second boyfriend i had ever had, I was about 20 YO when we met... he was about 6 years older and so much more worldly than I was and I fell hard!

We were inseparable for the first 10 months - we both knew many of the same people and were a fixture on the Kingston scene at that time - you saw one you knew the other was somewhere close by... and it is easy to get intoxicated by that scene.

It was only after the first six months or so after I began to emerge from my rosy haze of infatuation that I realized what was happening... he had slowly and insidiously inserted himself into my life in such a way that it had ostracized all my other friends... then he began to try and tell me what to wear... how I should style my hair... where I should go and with whom... and the jealousy was indescribable.
I at first took his possessiveness as love and reveled in his unswerving and fixated attentions, but eventually it began to take a toll on me... his uncontrollable mood swings every time I contradicted anything he said or did something contrary to what he thought I should be doing. His stifling control over my every movement... (these were the days of the first cellphones that weighed 200 lbs and he insisted on getting me one and that I take it with me everywhere in my purse so he could call me whenever I was out of his eyesight and call me he did...
Even when he was out of the country - he would call at all odd hours of the night and intermittently during the day and ask questions like &quot;who are you with&quot;, &quot;why did you go there&quot;, what are you wearing&quot; , &quot;I hope you are not embarrassing me by wearing anything too revealing&quot;. I began sinking fast into a depressed state. When we were together, he did not want my usual social personality to show through - he said I was too flirtatious and needed to be more low key. So I would sit there many times trying not to make the random eye contact with any other guy and stifling my personality.

My friends and family saw what was happening and they were growing increasingly alarmed... but he had managed to control my communications so closely that it limited the times they could actually reach me.

Then one day he became so angry at something facety I said to him that he began throwing plates at the walls and breaking everything in sight... This scared me back to my senses - I realized that it would only be a matter of time before that rage would be directed at me... So I made plans to leave town. I knew that as long as I was accessible he would show up wherever I was. I contacted my family in Montego Bay and got a job with my uncle there ( I had just finished up my degree at CAST) and moved out of town one night while he was away.

He came back and was furious at first calling incessantly, and I just kept hanging the phone up on him... then he became remorseful... bawling on the phone about how much meant to him and he would learn to control his temper and he can't live without me etc.
He tried to come and see me but my uncle's place is not somewhere you just show up without an invite - it can get you shot... I advised him not to come.
He did come anyway - and my friends in Kingston called to tell me he was on the way - so I left the house... he was met at the gate by my uncle and that was pretty much the end of his journey, he wasn't allowed to set foot inside.

He called me for three months straight, in Jamaica, out of Jamaica it didn't matter... I banned my heart and did what I had to do to get over him...
He eventually stopped calling because one day he called me and I pretended I didn't recognize his voice and called him by another guys name. That was the ultimate insult to him...

He asked me why - why had I done that to him and what had he ever done to me...

I said &quot;your first mistake was thinking you could control me, what you didn't realize is that I stayed because I loved you, because I wanted to , not because you forced me to. When I stopped caring nothing you did to control me could make me stay&quot;

Years later (almost 15 years) he hunted me down and contacted me saying he wanted to apologize to me because he only realized later that what he was doing to me was wrong and that he always thinks about me... I told him all was forgiven a long time ago and I had moved on without any permanent damage... as a matter of fact that experience made me much stronger and less naive and able to spot certain signs right from the get go so I viewed it as a positive learning experience.
We met again a few years ago when I was at a conference in his hometown - after speaking to him for 5 minutes i realized that he had not changed at all - he confessed things to me about his current relationship (why because he said he had always felt he could talk to me and I would listen without judgement, and I was a friend to him during our relationship) - and I knew this was a man so used to getting his way through manipulation and control he would not know how to do otherwise.

I wished him well and ended the lunch early... thanking GOd that I had, had the good sense and strength to do what I had to do over twenty years ago.

The end!

[Emperah]

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Jazzyyyyy mi tek back everyting mi did seh bout yuh de oddah day

[Peasie]

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Jazz. Wow.

[Emperah]

Re: Break up Stories

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Peasie</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Jazz. Wow. </div></div>

Gungo mi a call yuh jus now an yuh betta ansah de grasscyaat fone

if yuh nuh ansah watch mi an yuh when mi reach deh