The JIB's Wives Club
So with every month I exist I find it more and more conclusively proved that I'm hooked into an uninterruptible power-supply of 1.21 gigawatt bints, lunatics and morally bankrupt, emotionally blackmailing psycho-masochists that dwell in more denial than a freshly raped Neverland kid with two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars in his fucking bank account. In fact, it's been proved more conclusively than even an overlong sentence can convey. Nor will this entire post relay the fucked-up, disturbing web of interplaying social retardation that's woven around me like Shelob with half a brick of bad crack up her ass.
Aww, JiB, what's the matter this time? Well today's massive serving of steaming cunt dumplings is having your ex-girlfriends chatting to each other.
See, when you break up with someone (depending on the person), that person in many respects becomes five tonnes of nitroglycerin exploding in a big wooden barn. Their friends and family are the firefighters, helping to put them out though perhaps inhaling some fumes. You become another tonne of nitroglycerin - stay away from that motherfucking barn, there is literally nothing you can do to help. Your exs, though... Your exs become wood that senile, dyspraxic construction workers will use to rebuild the flaming barn. They think it's a good idea, the barn thinks it's a good idea, but really, it's a fucking stupid idea as that barn will just keep burning until it's a slightly bigger pile of sodden ash.
So that barn analogy was big and clever on par with a dwarf retard, but it gets my point across. Your exs, the ones you dumped, have a similar purpose. They crave denial. They crave that golden syrup which means you didn't finish with them because they were pratfalling fuckzips, but means you finished with them for some external reason. Something beyond their control. Something which means they don't need to face the actual reasons for break-up.
So when these exs get together, they just love to talk and warp their relationships with you from X months of detailed sociological interaction into a few uncontextualised and character-assassinating snippets until their shared view of you is about as one-sided as a fucking stroke victim.
This makes them feel oh-so-good.
Onto the particular example that's re-convinced me that the whole of humanity is a shambling horde of slackjawed country cretins.
Yes, this actually happened.
My ex - let's call her Tree - whom I broke up with for the simple and non-dramatic reason that "it wasn't working out", has since decided to contact each and every one of my exs in turn and make damn well sure that I didn't split up with her for simple reasons, but because I am Satan. It's almost funny. Like a huge diamond spike being lodged into one's tonsils, where the tonsils are MySanity and the huge diamond spike is StupidFuckers.
She started out by going to the girl I was with directly before her. This ex of mine had sent me a totally unprovoked 4-page love letter during the exact same time that I was about to break up with Tree. Not that she knew I was going to break up with Tree - she was just being a bint. But I was about to break up, so I spoke to her via text message for a while, about what might have been or could be between us, but in no way about our future because there never was one and nor will there ever be because well - the reason why is another post entirely. I never told Tree that I spoke to a manipulative ex just before breaking up with her because, well - what's the fucking point of that except to upset her? "Hey! I spoke to that ex you have a monstrous loathing for the other day. Nothing came of it, just thought I'd tell you... OH and you're dumped". Lovely.
Now I'm pretty sure that nothing constituting "betrayal" went on there. But no. Apparently, I actively tried to keep her from knowing about it. Apparently, I betrayed her. Apparently, the fact that nothing actually came of that conversation and I dumped her anyway has flown over her loony-tuned head. And - of course - the evisceratingly tactless and insidious event of my ex having sent me a fucking love letter while thinking I was in love with someone else is just swept under the carpet. I am the Devil, The Betrayer, let nobody steal my limelight. FFS.
Evidently not satisfied with this answer, Tree went to my ex-ex-ex-ex-ex, a poorly-adjusted miscreant I met in 18-fucking-74 that leaps on every fucking chance she gets to trash my name into the dust. Why? Because she's a vicious, projecting psychotic. But more pertinently, you’ll need to know what happened between her and I - and brace yourself for the parallel, because fate was having a fucking field day.
I had a "thing" with the ex-ex-ex-ex-ex several years back, but that "thing" finished because she lived in fucking CANADA. I then dated someone that I was living with at the time. Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex now maintains that I was screwing / falling for some other girl whilst still with her, and then broke up with her because of that. Not the much simpler, less dramatic and truer explanation, which was that she lived in fucking CANADA so I moved on.
So Tree puts her disfigured 2's together and gets her nightmarishly distorted 4:
"Betrayal. I've only known it once before, and it almost poisoned me. Now that I know the truth of a sad and serious matter, I've wanted to write and write and write about it, make the injury sing, make it something of value, at the very least let it serve as a warning for the others to come. And there will be others, as I am not the first."
I am a serial fucking betrayer.
Me, who abhors any sort of betrayal because I've been in the "Be Betrayed!" school of fuckery since prep. Me, who hates with a passion anybody that can't just state purely and simply what the fuck is going on, because they have no character of conviction. Me, who literally cannot come up with the words which would do justice to just how fucking abyssmal I find people that hide, cheat, are passive, go behind backs or just plain and simple barefacedly lie without ending up like this:
And Tree is still trying to contact more of my exs. She never even knew them. She is insane. Apparently she needs also to "warn those to come" under the crystal hammer of my infidelity. Give me a sodding break.
There is, as far as I can see, absolutely nothing I have ever said or done to anybody, ever, which could construe betrayal, and I’m pretty sure that every ex I have that isn’t a fucking hobgoblin would vouch for that. The savagely retarded social manipulation and mutilation that's going on around me has only, ever, been thanks to the people I miserably spend fuckloads of time, money and feelings on. Including here and now. It's staggering to realise that someone I genuinely cared about, someone that knew how much I cared, and someone that I spent not just intangible feelings on but literally thousands of pounds, something that can't be fucking faked, on my hunch that I would want to spend the rest of my life with her, can simply turn around when it's all over and decide that I'm a danger to everybody I meet. I don't care how much pain she went through over the break-up - that is painful to me, just from the standpoint that the universe is infinitely fucking unfair to everybody.
I had already amputated these people from my life, as soon I saw them clubbing together and letting Tree build her obscenely lopsided autopsy of me. I know how it goes. I just promised not to post about their craziness. I ignored that she's contacted people I know. I ignored that she's sent them select parts of my private correspondence with her. I left her to dig whatever grave she wanted to put the memories into. But this ridiculous maelstrom of BS has built to the point where it's a sick, damaged joke, a step too far and my restraint for making a stand has been stretched and broken.
Not that any of this matters, as this post is an epitaph. The people I rant about are already and invariably lost to me. Not because I lost them. But because, in a very real sense, some people just aren't worth the bother.
And certainly not crazy bints that cannot accept your reasons for splitting up with them to the point they have to contact everybody you've ever known to quiz, stir and sit woefully in the huge, fabricated pile of shit they’ve created.
I'm a serial betrayer... Sheesh.
God give me strength.
Aww, JiB, what's the matter this time? Well today's massive serving of steaming cunt dumplings is having your ex-girlfriends chatting to each other.
See, when you break up with someone (depending on the person), that person in many respects becomes five tonnes of nitroglycerin exploding in a big wooden barn. Their friends and family are the firefighters, helping to put them out though perhaps inhaling some fumes. You become another tonne of nitroglycerin - stay away from that motherfucking barn, there is literally nothing you can do to help. Your exs, though... Your exs become wood that senile, dyspraxic construction workers will use to rebuild the flaming barn. They think it's a good idea, the barn thinks it's a good idea, but really, it's a fucking stupid idea as that barn will just keep burning until it's a slightly bigger pile of sodden ash.
So that barn analogy was big and clever on par with a dwarf retard, but it gets my point across. Your exs, the ones you dumped, have a similar purpose. They crave denial. They crave that golden syrup which means you didn't finish with them because they were pratfalling fuckzips, but means you finished with them for some external reason. Something beyond their control. Something which means they don't need to face the actual reasons for break-up.
So when these exs get together, they just love to talk and warp their relationships with you from X months of detailed sociological interaction into a few uncontextualised and character-assassinating snippets until their shared view of you is about as one-sided as a fucking stroke victim.
This makes them feel oh-so-good.
Onto the particular example that's re-convinced me that the whole of humanity is a shambling horde of slackjawed country cretins.
Yes, this actually happened.
My ex - let's call her Tree - whom I broke up with for the simple and non-dramatic reason that "it wasn't working out", has since decided to contact each and every one of my exs in turn and make damn well sure that I didn't split up with her for simple reasons, but because I am Satan. It's almost funny. Like a huge diamond spike being lodged into one's tonsils, where the tonsils are MySanity and the huge diamond spike is StupidFuckers.
She started out by going to the girl I was with directly before her. This ex of mine had sent me a totally unprovoked 4-page love letter during the exact same time that I was about to break up with Tree. Not that she knew I was going to break up with Tree - she was just being a bint. But I was about to break up, so I spoke to her via text message for a while, about what might have been or could be between us, but in no way about our future because there never was one and nor will there ever be because well - the reason why is another post entirely. I never told Tree that I spoke to a manipulative ex just before breaking up with her because, well - what's the fucking point of that except to upset her? "Hey! I spoke to that ex you have a monstrous loathing for the other day. Nothing came of it, just thought I'd tell you... OH and you're dumped". Lovely.
Now I'm pretty sure that nothing constituting "betrayal" went on there. But no. Apparently, I actively tried to keep her from knowing about it. Apparently, I betrayed her. Apparently, the fact that nothing actually came of that conversation and I dumped her anyway has flown over her loony-tuned head. And - of course - the evisceratingly tactless and insidious event of my ex having sent me a fucking love letter while thinking I was in love with someone else is just swept under the carpet. I am the Devil, The Betrayer, let nobody steal my limelight. FFS.
Evidently not satisfied with this answer, Tree went to my ex-ex-ex-ex-ex, a poorly-adjusted miscreant I met in 18-fucking-74 that leaps on every fucking chance she gets to trash my name into the dust. Why? Because she's a vicious, projecting psychotic. But more pertinently, you’ll need to know what happened between her and I - and brace yourself for the parallel, because fate was having a fucking field day.
I had a "thing" with the ex-ex-ex-ex-ex several years back, but that "thing" finished because she lived in fucking CANADA. I then dated someone that I was living with at the time. Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex now maintains that I was screwing / falling for some other girl whilst still with her, and then broke up with her because of that. Not the much simpler, less dramatic and truer explanation, which was that she lived in fucking CANADA so I moved on.
So Tree puts her disfigured 2's together and gets her nightmarishly distorted 4:
"Betrayal. I've only known it once before, and it almost poisoned me. Now that I know the truth of a sad and serious matter, I've wanted to write and write and write about it, make the injury sing, make it something of value, at the very least let it serve as a warning for the others to come. And there will be others, as I am not the first."
I am a serial fucking betrayer.
Me, who abhors any sort of betrayal because I've been in the "Be Betrayed!" school of fuckery since prep. Me, who hates with a passion anybody that can't just state purely and simply what the fuck is going on, because they have no character of conviction. Me, who literally cannot come up with the words which would do justice to just how fucking abyssmal I find people that hide, cheat, are passive, go behind backs or just plain and simple barefacedly lie without ending up like this:
And Tree is still trying to contact more of my exs. She never even knew them. She is insane. Apparently she needs also to "warn those to come" under the crystal hammer of my infidelity. Give me a sodding break.
There is, as far as I can see, absolutely nothing I have ever said or done to anybody, ever, which could construe betrayal, and I’m pretty sure that every ex I have that isn’t a fucking hobgoblin would vouch for that. The savagely retarded social manipulation and mutilation that's going on around me has only, ever, been thanks to the people I miserably spend fuckloads of time, money and feelings on. Including here and now. It's staggering to realise that someone I genuinely cared about, someone that knew how much I cared, and someone that I spent not just intangible feelings on but literally thousands of pounds, something that can't be fucking faked, on my hunch that I would want to spend the rest of my life with her, can simply turn around when it's all over and decide that I'm a danger to everybody I meet. I don't care how much pain she went through over the break-up - that is painful to me, just from the standpoint that the universe is infinitely fucking unfair to everybody.
I had already amputated these people from my life, as soon I saw them clubbing together and letting Tree build her obscenely lopsided autopsy of me. I know how it goes. I just promised not to post about their craziness. I ignored that she's contacted people I know. I ignored that she's sent them select parts of my private correspondence with her. I left her to dig whatever grave she wanted to put the memories into. But this ridiculous maelstrom of BS has built to the point where it's a sick, damaged joke, a step too far and my restraint for making a stand has been stretched and broken.
Not that any of this matters, as this post is an epitaph. The people I rant about are already and invariably lost to me. Not because I lost them. But because, in a very real sense, some people just aren't worth the bother.
And certainly not crazy bints that cannot accept your reasons for splitting up with them to the point they have to contact everybody you've ever known to quiz, stir and sit woefully in the huge, fabricated pile of shit they’ve created.
I'm a serial betrayer... Sheesh.
God give me strength.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 11:57 am
Welcome back. Just as a matter of interest, has this "project" of Tree's actually provided some good news, e.g. that an ex- of yours has had the good grace to tell her to mind her own fucking business, because details of your relationship remain a private matter?
You nee to start doing background checks on the people you want to date.
Preferably before you date them.
*need
Nothing like airing dirty laundry and a one-sided version of events long after the matter has been resolved. It's been 8 months since you dumped me and half a year since we forgave each other our transgressions. Why do this now?
A long time ago you showed me this and told me you wouldn't post it because we had reconciled and restored our friendship as best we could. Also, the facts of the matter are not as you have posted. You said that if you did write about us, you wouldn't use my name. You said you only wanted to post it at some point because of some of the good lines in it.
"And Tree is still trying to contact more of my exs."
Not true. I spoke to two people last winter and regretted doing so immediately. It wasn't an attempt to destroy you, but a moment of bad judgment trying to find answers to questions I never should have asked. I've apologized on several occasions and did everything in my power to make amends. I've all but thrown myself at your feet, begging for your forgiveness. Had I been able to see you in person, I would have done just that. You told me repeatedly that I was indeed forgiven.
I have not written about you or talked about you in any disrespectful way since that time. I had hoped you would do the same.
You told me that while we were together I was never anything but kind to you. I had believed that would have counted for something.
I was wrong when I thought you wouldn't ever hurt my feelings again. I thought we really were friends, so this post has really caught me off guard as has the last MSN convo in which you called me a bint who didn't deserve happiness. For several months prior to that you acted like all was well in the post-apocalyptic JIB-Tree universe. I guess it was an act.
If my friendship means nothing to you, then feel free to leave this post as is. I'll take it as a very clear sign to disappear from your life for good, though it would have been nice to find out how you really feel about me in something other than a blog post.
Whiny little selfish insecure cretin. How narcissistic and pathetic often occupy the same body. Again I wonder why male children are not simply destroyed as a matter of course.
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One often attracts the type of people they are, especially if they seem to be attracting the same situation over and over again. If you truly believe you are attracting "psychos", then this is just part of you you haven't recognized yet. A lot of time we project the parts of us we hate or don't understand onto others, and it often provokes the strangest reactions.
Perhaps when you finally realize that you are gay you can start recruiting from the proper team and begin a fulfilling love life.
And if Tree ever posted all the conversations you've had ... and all the instances of the cruel things you said to her - I seriously doubt people would be agreeing with you. Part of it is her fault for putting up with it. The other part is you getting into a very long-distance relationship when you have no business trying to love someone at all.
You are nothing but words. Maybe no better and no worse than me, or Tree, but perhaps someday you'll finally realize that you hide behind a lot of pretty, vitriolic words.
A coward is always pointing at everyone else.
Word!
"poorly-adjusted miscreant who leaps on every chance she gets to trash your name into dust?"
You're lucky I'm late for work, I would be having words sir.
JIB, I don't know why you published this.
If this is the best way for you to deal with the demise of a relationship whether it be one year old or seven, you're more of a miscreant than I ever will be.
But this is expected of you.
I don't care why you did this and I don't care to figure out the fine details with you either.
Let me know when you're normal again.
Are you that desperate for attention that you're going to dredge up something that happened over six months ago and slander someone you've since called your friend? Way to taake the low road. Get a hobby. Do something constructive. If you're lonely, for God's sake get a hampster. But bringing up water under the bridge is no way to solve your bitterness isuues, especially if what you're posting is outdated and inaccurate. God. Go to therapy.
P.S. If you would just cut the bullshit and date men like you really want to, you wouldn't have this problem in the first place. Food for thought.
So, um, did Tree ever post about your inability to maintain an erection due to your alcoholism and repressed homosexuality? Did she EVER mention how you tried to make out with her brother's male friends when you were drunk? Hm. Yeah. I didn't think so. Glad you could show her the same respect.
Man, it’s all kicked off in here, huh? Good show…
Personally, I think writing about it on a blog is less reprehensible than emailing not just private stuff but completely made-up stuff directly to my real-life friends; but that's just me. SPF et al. you can circulate every homosexual & alcoholic penile dysfunction rumour you'd like, she's already sent them direct to people I consider wildly more important than arbitrary visitors to a blog and that's where I got the right to be a fucking cunt about it. And I’ve been tame so far.
Last straw was going to a *random* mate's house the other week where she showed me yet another set of fucked up "he's a psycho" letters from Tree, that I never even knew about nor understood the reasons she's received them. How the hell one can send out enough deranged fucking emails that I’m still only learning about them a year later is anybody’s guess, but hey, that’s my life right? Ta.
To para-quote darling Bingopajama:
A fucking psychopath is always pointing at everyone else.
Listen. You knew about this correspondence. We talked about it. It was from last winter when we were fighting. I had since apologized profusely for it and you gave me your forgiveness. Hell, I took the blame and apologized for things more than I should have simply to salvage our friendship because it mattered to me.
Why is it now that you've actually read it that you have decided to rescind that forgiveness and publicly try to humiliate me, undoing months and months of rebuilding a friendship that we both valued?
If I saw nasty things you once said about me (and, in fact, I did see some of them), I would just say to myself that it was from a different time, a time when we were very angry with each other.
You forgave me. I forgave you. We restored our friendship. Now someone has the poor judgment to show you something from that time, something that you already knew about and knew I was and am sorry for. Why would you drag it out in public? Why would you let what was dead and buried destroy all that we both worked for?
We've loved each other. We've done bad things to each other. We forgave each other. You are writing as if this is something new, something I am still doing. It is inaccurate, out of date, and long forgiven. Or I believed it was forgiven.
My forgiveness never wavered and nothing anyone could show me from that time would change that. And if I did see something from that time that reopened any wounds, I'd have talked to you privately about it. If I did put it on a website, I sure as hell wouldn't have used your name.
You've even slammed Diddums here, and she didn't deserve it. She and I have had our differences, and she certainly doesn't need me to defend her, but it's not right to slam any of us over stuff that's supposed to be water under the bridge.
Let's be done with this. I'll stay off LIAC for good now and out of your life. I won't forget the good times we shared. Out of respect for what we once were to each other, I will say no more about this matter again.
Just remember. There are three sides to every story. His, hers, and the truth.
Goodbye, JiB.
Hey, that's not true. You can tell you've nailed the truth side of things when the culprit can't deny a single word.
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