My Love Life (aka: Crazy Stories I'd Like to NEVER Relive)

Today I was ding-dong ditched by my ex-boyfriend.

Well, that's a statement I never thought I would say.

I had lent him two comic books, because I am obsessed with them and he wanted to read, and this was the point in our relationship when I thought we could still be post-breakup friends. This was also the point in our relationship when I was an idiot (correlation maybe?). Anyway, I had given him these comics to read and then things had blown up pretty bad. By "blow up" I mean he wanted to get back together and when I refused he turned back into a whiny and self-centered four year old that thinks a temper tantrum will get him exactly what he wants.

Obviously, it didn't. We hadn't spoken after I laid down the law for a few days, and today the door bell rings. As if it was a movie, I swing open the door just as I see his car rushing from my house. Puzzled and a little bit infuriated, I look down and what do I see?

My two comic books. "A Killing Joke" by the wonderful Alan Moore and "Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader" by the also fantastic Neil Gaiman. There was also this note:

Thank You.

Really? You can try to force me back into being your slave of a girlfriend but you can't look me in the eye long enough to hand me a comic book? At this point, I am fuming and I pick up the note. It smells so strongly of his cologne I am almost 100% positive he sprayed it separately. Like one of those love-crazed girls whose man has gone to war, so they spray letters with perfume before they send them. Exactly like that.

People have this uncanny ability to be hypocrites. We freak out to anyone who will listen about how crazy our lives are, how confusing our problem is, how un-fixable our dilemma has become. But do we ever want to solve it? My ex and I dated for 8 months, which means he must know at least one thing about me, and that thing is probably that I think avoiding confrontation is sometimes (if not always) cowardly. If you want to do something, my motto is, you have to do it. So he created a bigger problem by running from my house, and he had to have known that, yet he still created that problem.

Do we ever want to solve anything, or do we just want someone to listen to us complain?