I'm A Douche

[Wt57]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

That is fucking genius.

SWJ have i told you lately you're a stone cold fuckin pimp?

Well Done brother. Non addicts would laugh at this and think you were trying to be funny. Your brothers in quit are the only ones who understand the pure truth behind the satire. I mourned my breakup about the same time. If I could have put it into words as well as you it probably wouldn't have taken me so long to fight through it. Proud to be quit with you!

Shit the whore was screwing me at the same time or else she has a identical twin. We know where she is now out seducing some cocky young prick that thinks he's got big enough ball to handle her. Damn I wish there was something we could do to help put her out of business .

[tgafish]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

That is fucking genius.

SWJ have i told you lately you're a stone cold fuckin pimp?

Well Done brother. Non addicts would laugh at this and think you were trying to be funny. Your brothers in quit are the only ones who understand the pure truth behind the satire. I mourned my breakup about the same time. If I could have put it into words as well as you it probably wouldn't have taken me so long to fight through it. Proud to be quit with you!

[pacertom]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

That is fucking genius.

SWJ have i told you lately you're a stone cold fuckin pimp?

brilliant dude, just brilliant....

[theweatherman]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

That is fucking genius.

SWJ have i told you lately you're a stone cold fuckin pimp?

[Moondawggy]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

That is fucking genius.

[nv0311]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

fukin awesome read man....need to read that at least once a week.

[ERDVM]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

X2

[Scowick65]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

Great stuff. Thanks for writing. I am refreshed.

Nic, you are a whore. Fu

[IRISH]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

You capture the insidiousness of the whore very well. I needed to read this. Thank you.

[Grizzly25]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

Your the man!!!

Great stuff and very well put!!!

[Coach Steve]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.   I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

Good stuff. You are one long winded SOB.

[Leahy16]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days.  I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us.  Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels.  I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most.  You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do.  You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand.  They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you.  In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me.  They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you.  I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious.  You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us.  My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross.  I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you.  I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue.  I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me.  I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing.  While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me.  It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me.  When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me.  You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you.  I started to wonder if you were just using me.  I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all.  You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me.  I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me.  I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you.  I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though.  People who knew you were bad for me helped me through.  People who knew you gave us something in common.  We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by.  I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said.  As it turns out, it wasn't different at all.  At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here.  The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over.  Condemned.  No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what.  You're the weak one.  You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it.  We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you. 

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

She was whispering to me just before I read that.

Thanks

[rgross298]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days. I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us. Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels. I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most. You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do. You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand. They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you. In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me. They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you. I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious. You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us. My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross. I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you. I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue. I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me. I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing. While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me. It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me. When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me. You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you. I started to wonder if you were just using me. I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all. You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me. I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me. I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you. I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though. People who knew you were bad for me helped me through. People who knew you gave us something in common. We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by. I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said. As it turns out, it wasn't different at all. At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here. The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over. Condemned. No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what. You're the weak one. You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it. We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you.

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

That right there, brother, is some therapeutic shit. Rock on, man.

Stay strong, bro.

[SWJ]

My dearest Dip -

You may be wondering where I've been for the last 28 days. I've been doing a lot of thinking  I needed some time to myself.

I want you to know that it's over between us. Frankly, I think we're both to blame and there are things that both of us could have done differently, but in the end, we're bad for each other and I need to move on.

When we met, I was head over heels. I literally couldn't get enough of you, and you always seemed to know when I needed you most. You were there for me during my most personal moments and you always knew just what to do. You gave me confidence, you inspired me, and as a result, my every waking moment revolved around when I would be with you next.

I tried to share my feelings about you with a couple of people, but they just didn't seem to understand. They didn't see the wonder in you that I saw and they didn't appreciate you. In fact, they seemed to know things about you that I didn't want to believe, and they talked badly about you, saying that you were no good for me.

But I was devoted.

Then I noticed that practically everyone found you distasteful except me. They tried to split us up and break us apart, but I wouldn't listen to them talk that way about you. I saw the beauty in you and I found everything about you delicious. You satisfied me in every way  no one had ever made me feel that way before.

So I stayed committed.

Other girls came on to me and tried to wedge their way between us. My parents didn't appreciate you and my friends thought you were gross. I wasn't allowed to bring you with me to certain places because of other people's intolerance.

So I kept us a secret.

To keep us together, I stopped telling people about you. I went out of my way to keep our relationship a secret, and I lied to practically everyone with whom I came in contact, just so that our relationship could continue. I stopped hanging out with people who said you were no good for me. I stopped going to places that wouldn't allow us to be together in public.

My happiest times were when everyone would leave me alone and we could be alone together.

Then, I began to doubt us.

I began to notice that we weren't progressing. While I was going to greater and greater lengths to be with you, you weren't doing anything new for me. It was always me that was putting forth all the effort and I started to get tired.

When I mentioned this, you laughed at me. When I suggested that we needed a break from each other, you made fun of me. You said that I'd never be able to get rid of you, that I needed you too much, and that I was weak.

And it dawned on me that you didn't really feel for me the way I felt about you. I started to wonder if you were just using me. I'd spent all this time trying to make it so that we could be together and you never really cared at all. You'd been using me from the very beginning, for almost 20 years...

And I started to get pissed.

I changed the locks on the doors while you laughed at me. I packed up all your shit while you made fun of me. I threw out all your pictures while you taunted me, telling me that I'd never be able to get rid of you. I tried to shut you out as best I could.

And it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

People supported me though. People who knew you were bad for me helped me through. People who knew you gave us something in common. We talked about your cruelty and how much you'd hurt me, as well as how much worse you'd hurt others.

And still you got to me.

I'd see you driving by. I'd think of you at odd hours during the day. Little things would bring you to mind and you'd be right there, waiting, taunting, and beckoning me.

It turns out I was weak and you wore me the fuck down.

I gave you another chance because you said it would be different, or at least that's what I thought you said. As it turns out, it wasn't different at all. At first, it felt so comfortable to have you back, but then the old patterns started again, and you didn't seem to care any more than you did before.

And then I was ashamed of you.

And ashamed of myself

And pissed.

So now, here we are and for the record, partly because I've been nothing but respectful all through our relationship, and partly because you need to hear it this way, I'm going to be frank with you about a couple of things...

First, you're done here. The place I had for you is gone.

Paved over. Condemned. No longer reserved.

You can move the fuck on.

Second, it took me a while, but I've got your fucking number and there's no changing it or hiding it from me.

I know what you are.

Third, guess what. You're the weak one. You thought that you'd be able to break me and you weren't wrong.

But you'd be wrong now.

Fucking with me would be an exercise in futility.

You see, it's over and I'm not sorry about it. We can part relatively amicably or I can personally wreck your shit for you.

Your choice.

Hard or easy.

Either way, we're finished, once and for all.

Lick my butthole,
SWJ

[Mthomas3824]

Day #4 started today. Days 1-3 were easier than I thought they would be, but today is tough. I miss my Grizzly. I miss the taste, I miss the slight buzz, I miss the smell of a brand new, freshly opened can, I miss that first pinch, and the ridiculous little amount of excitement that I got when I realized that this can was fresher and more moist than the last can. God, I could use a dip right now...

I don't think I'll do it though -

First, I told myself that I wouldn't. Second, I told all of you that I wouldn't. I haven't told my wife that I've stopped yet, but my plan was to wait until I got an entire week under my belt to tell her. Third, I don't need the dip. I want it, but I don't need it.

Short term...? Quitting sucks. I hate quitting and I miss dipping.
Long term...? It's the right thing to do  I'd much rather The Quit suck a little bit, than suck a LOT because I'm going to die. I don't really want to quit, but I don't want to die even more.

For my own sake, I'm going to go through writing down my reasons for quitting again - You can read them, but right now they're for me - If I don't write these down again, I'm afraid I will go directly to the convenience store for the Grizzly, so here they are:

1. I don't want my wife to marry someone else because I died from this shit.
2. I don't want some other dude living in my house because I died from this shit.
3. I don't want anyone else taking care of my 7 year old little boy. I am the only person on earth who knows how to love him the best.
4. My twelve year old son needs me - I promised him that I would be around for a long, long time  I don't want him asking some other guy some day why I lied to him.
5. My wife deserves better. I am ashamed of having lied to her all this time and I am going to be the man she deserves me to be.
6. I don't want to think about some other dude laughing and joking with his friends about dating my wife because he heard that her first husband was some kind of an idiot and killed himself with dip...
7. My wife and I made our family - Without the 2 of us, there would be no 4 of us.
8. I love my family and they love me.
9. Without me though, some other man would eventually come into their lives.
10. My family needs me and I need them - Nothing is more important to us than each other and the three of them deserve to be proud of me instead of ashamed and embarassed
11. My wife deserves the marriage that she always wanted - Tobacco is the ONE thing that has come between us and THAT is OVER.

I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO WRITE THIS OVER AND OVER EVERY DAY FOR THE NEXT YEAR. I am THROUGH with tobacco - I miss it, but I no longer care more about that than I do about the important things: Love, family, health, wisdom, and so on. Grizzly, Kodiak, whatever - There is NO way that they compare with the things that are important to me now.

The hold that tobacco had on me is slipping away and the habit is losing its grip.
It will undoubtedly catch someone else today and start the struggle anew, but the struggle here is DONE.

There is no way that tobacco can step to my Ninja willpower.

Wow what a great statement! Glad I came across it.