loser was sorry he got caught

He owed me a lot loser you see. Owed me hours and hours of fees in therapy. This here loser had turned me into agony aunt. And for a long time I sat there and took it. Sat there and listened, and nodded and comforted, and hugged (those I enjoyed) and cajoled and advised. All the while hoping that it would end. It made me feel special at first that loser was confiding in me, and I guess I wanted to show him that I would always be there for him.

I did not find it wrong that he laid the ex burden on me the very first time we talked; even before he took my number. Not even wrong that by the end of the first date I knew more dirt about his ex than I would ever need even if I needed to expose her in the ONION for whatever reason. I never thought it wrong that I sat and listened never imagining that one day, this story might be about me, and a different agony aunt would be listening. I never thought it wrong that when he talked about her, he used the word ‘women’. I did not see then that loser was making all 3 billion of us pay for the sins of his ex. As if we were not suffering enough paying for Adam and Eve’s sins as it were. But I just liked how he ‘trusted’ me. I liked to feel wanted. I was trapped.

It started to feel wrong when I realized that I did not have the exclusive rights to this dish. Turns out, loser told anyone that had a moment to listen. That was wrong. It was wrong that his friend had dirt on me that only loser knew. It was wrong that no matter how long we had been going out, I had not stopped being agony aunt. I was still there listening. I started to wonder when it would all end. When we would talk about me. I started to get bored. Of the same stories, and of the storyteller. But I digress. The post is about how loser was sorry he got caught.

Through very reliable sources, I got to learn that loser had infact gone behind my back and you know, messed around. Now, I should have been happy that atleast now there was another person to listen to him rant and whine, but I was not. There was nothing amusing about the fact that she is one of my friends. I felt cheated (but then that was the whole point, no?). Betrayed. Violated. I confronted him with this.

Loser then says how sorry he is, how he had meant to tell me, and how he did what he did because he cared about me. Because he was angry that I had been neglecting him, and acting like I was not interested in him anymore even though he knew better (Yes. he said that. The nerve!) I was hard pressed to figure out how exactly messing around was supposed to show me how he cared about me, so I went on and asked. Turns out he was so mad at me and wanted to pay me back, and the fact that I made him mad enough to do something like that surely showed that he cared about me? And that was the answer he was sticking to.

This conversation ended with; “all I can say is that I am sorry you found out”

And that is the story of how i was once agony aunt

15 loungers burdening me:

Anonymous said...

I dont wear socks but I might as well grab them and hang them for when he decides to come knocking on my door.

Anonymous said...

Man whines about ex and you think you have a chance?????

Anonymous said...

What he did was not wrong. what is wrong is that you found out.Lol

Gimme the loser's number. He can tutor me. I need to be a student of his.

Tandra said...

i conc thot it was abt u catching him.. thanks for clearing that up in ur last line.

~ScotchBiscuits~ said...

and here is the soundtrack: Rhianna- Take a Bow

p.s-its not pop. its r&b LOL

Anonymous said...

Hehehehe

@AntiChild....
The truth of the matter is that such guys just want you to listen.... and in that listening, they are supposed to grow up...
he meanwhile was just tripping

@Scotch
Killer...
Killer...

The dare-devil said...

Naye you girl, you need props for your persistence with he whole agony aunt role.... (Do they even use that expression anymore? "Props"?) Regardless, just give me loser's number so I can turn him into my next rag doll and vent....... Or better still, I could just make one of those voodoo doll thingies and stick him up full of pins for you or maybe.... Well, I have to get his number first so you do that!

@ Kakaire: You want this piece of scum to be your tutor?!

Anonymous said...

antipop, where the heck do you find these guys?!

leos child said...

@SY-been wondering my self. jsut lose the fool.

Heaven! said...

the guy who turned me into his agony aunt showed me the photograph they had taken together(it was still in his wallet) and went on about how he had truly believed that she would be the mother of his kids...when i pointed out my discomfort he said, " I am just confiding in you. I find it sooo easy to tell you everything!"

I can't believe the world is infested with such losers!!!
Oh God you have so aroused my ire!

Jayn Sean said...

Will def be back to read. You okay sweets?

Anonymous said...

@ Sybella..the problem is losers don't have tags announcing who they really are..they hide under the tad of "Normal guys"...till you get to know them..and they unleash their true selves..as in this case..

But Antipop you had patience..seriously!!

Anonymous said...

Maybe he was a good kisser....
amongst other things...
Chuckles!

Savvy Dreamer said...
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Savvy Dreamer said...

soundtrack: Take a bow - Rihanna.

You see I don't entirely hate players... but don't play the damn game if you dont know how to!!! 'Sorry u found out'... SO FREAKING LAME!!!! didnt you punch him at this point. i sure would have!!! It's ok for me to call him an ass right....???

btw... im not leaving :-) glad u wanted me to stay *tears* feels so good to be wanted... peace

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