ok this is gonna be a long post. its my blog, and i have a lot to get off my already big chest:
so, i brokeup with my fiancee saturday before last.. here is the story:
we met, fell inlove and got engaged. of course, i never even saw a ring? and why should i? at 25, he has no proper job (he is a WAITER, which wont be so bad if he was 17), he doesnt have a car (well, he does, but it took him 10 months to fix it, as per my nagging, and it always breaks down. he cant afford a more stable one), and he has no education (dropped out after second year).
me being stupid and naive, i thought everything will work itself out. ha! i nagged him to study this year, its so cheap to study through unisa, for God's sake! guess what? HE MISSED THE ENROLLMENT DATE. i kid you not. he knew the date for 2 months prior, yet he was too busy drinking and partying to get his act together.
his place is a pigsty, like iv never seen before. theres never any toilet paper, and there are dirty clothes everywhere. its so disgusting, how he could bring his fiancee there. everytime we bought food, id be too disgusted to eat there..
his mother ditched him when he was 8, so his father looked after him. now, he blames his dad for everything. its so lame. meanwhile, his mother has never helped him at all, and trust me, she lives comfortably.
anyways, the big bang finally happened when he took ecstacy at a party and ditched me to talk to his friends crazy girlfriend all night. fuuuunnn. everyone there was high as a kite, it was SO LAME, i felt like i was at a high school party.
so, this is the story. how could i NOT leave him?
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