I broke it off with my GF recently, and while I know that I probably dodged a speeding bullet with the way things were starting to go, I'm still just trying to process it all. To make a really goddamn long and drawn out story short, we met at an art show that I was in, and it kinda just happened from there; It was fun while it lasted, but I refused to be a cuck for her
We loved each other a lot, but when her own art career started to get sidelined for this pseudo e-girl stuff she started to do on Twitter, I started to question a lot of shit. I tried to talk it out with her, but she was having none of it, saying that shit like posting pics of her in these really skimpy outfits that I only knew her to wear around the apartment is somehow empowering, and the Marilyn Monroe is a role model. But it all came to a head when she decided to post pics of her tits on Twitter, and telling a commenter that she was thinking about starting an OF. I ended up coming home later that night, gave her some cash to buy a train ticket back to her home state, and I said that if this is gonna be how she wants to do shit then I'm not gonna stick around. She got her shit and left, and that was it. We haven't spoken since, and it looks like I'm blocked on all her social media now
The worst part about it all is that she's very talented and smart, and I tried to help her do shit like start up her own graphic tee business like the one that I've got, but she squandered it all in pursuit of cheap e-fame. I don't know how someone who is 28 can act like this, but what happened happened, and now I just feel like I need to process it all. I feel like I made the right choice, but breakups are never that simple. I dunno, I'll come around from it one of these days, that just ain't now