Wondering how Rachel & me broke up?

Dying to know what happened?
When, what, why and how it happened?

Shall I reveal more?

Ok...here my story...........

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We have been together for two years. I love blogging and often post my work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. I’m also into mobile photography. I love her very much. She has a quick temper and always bullies me. I’m a gentleman and always give in to her.

Today, she's being willful again.

Her: "Why can't you attend my friend's wedding?"

Me: "I don't have time that day."

Her: "Humph!"

Me: "Huh?"

Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those blog, and you will have all the time you need."

Me: "I... …."

Her: "Humph! I don't care!"

Me: "No."

Her: "Just this once?"

Me: "No."

Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."

First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi...except the bed, to show her "benevolence".

Of course, she has to sleep on it too. I didn't mind, as l still has some cash in my pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from my pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences”

I’m nervous now. That night, on the bed, I beg for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. But she doesn't give a damn and says, “No way am I giving in, until you agrees.”

Third night, on the bed. I was lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Me: "We need to talk."

Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."

Me: "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Me: "Let's spilt up."

She did not believe her ears.

Me: "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit me. But she held it down, wanting to let me finish. But her eyes already felt wet. I took a photo out from my chest. Probably from my undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday.

How careless.

Me: "She's a nice girl."

Her tears fell.

Me: "She has a good personality too."

She's heartbroken because l put a photo of some other girl close to my heart.

Me: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for blogging after we got married."

She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.

Me: "She loves me truly."

She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"

Me: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.

Me: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"

Her: "...!"

I bring the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits my hand away and leaves a burning slap on my face.

I sigh, she cries.

I put the photo back to my pocket and she pulls her hand back under the blanket.

I turn off the light, and sleep. She turns on the light, and sits up.

I asleep. She lost sleep.
She regrets treating me the all this time.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake me up. She wants to have an intimate talk with me. She doesn't want to push me anymore. She stares at my chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out.

She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It's a nicely taken photo. A photo I took for her.
She bends down, and kissed me on my cheek.

I smiled. I was just pretending to be asleep.

"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."

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One thing boys & girls.

This is total fictional!

I found this story over the net and I thought it was very motivating. I change some of the contents to fit myself in.

What a cheapthrill do I get....haha

Sorry Rachel if you reading this...It meant to be a joke. But I know you won't hold against me, ya.

Make love, not war.