"Methinks the lady doth protest too much"

I don’t get it. She breaks up with me. At first I’m relieved, but as time marches on it changes to hurt. I soldier on going my own way and trying to ignore her. Then she cries to me for friendship and understanding. This morning I responded with friendship. Slightly after noon I’m about as interesting to her as last week’s donuts. Then tonight she makes fun of me because a small part of me wants her back. (An evil nasty part that was no doubt planted inside me by her during some midnight surgical procedure as I slept) On top of all of it she has the gall to whine about hurting other people (which isn’t just me by the way).

Man, some women are just pathetic, selfish bitches. She’s a little too full of herself.

This concludes this public service announcement about whiny bitches, and the hurt ex-boyfriends who foolishly believe they have any clue what they mean when they say they want to be friends.