So I've had this chair that an ex left at my house over a decade ago and it's been SEVEN years since we've been together. Throughout the years, she's stated that she was intending to pick it up, but nothing ever came of it. To be honest, I've always thought it was something she wanted to keep using as an excuse to see me or something. Near the end of our relationship, she would come over under the guise of "picking up the chair", we'd have sex and she'd leave. So, I must confess I didn't think she ever had any true intention of ever picking the chair up.
Fast forward to about 7 months ago. I'm doing some deep cleaning and really getting rid of the clutter around my room, old things I don't want - removing all the eyesores so to speak. In an inspired moment, I throw out the chair. Honestly, maybe I could have sent her a message to let her know at least it was at the curb, but I took the easy route and said nothing. I didn't feel like holding on to it until god knows when, nor did I really care to see her. She's never been someone who comes and goes easily.
So... She asks me about the chair today and I tell her I threw it out almost a year ago. She goes on this long winded rant about how hurt she is that I would do something like that and starts acting incredibly dramatic... Blah, blah - the usual routine about how she's a victim.
If she really wanted the damn chair, she's had over 2200 days to make an opportunity to come pick it up.
Not sure what the point of this rant is. I'm just glad I rid myself of that disaster relationship when I did. I really don't think she's changed since the day I met her. Cooked.
Never could learn to drink that blood
And call it wine,
Never could learn to hold you, love,
And call you mine.