Why do guys think they can just end a relationship by not talking to you anymore? I don't need an excuse--good or otherwise--and I don't need closure but I do need a finale: sex for the last time, a final meal, or at least call me a bitch and tell me it's over. I won't make a big stink about it or question your motives or ask you for an exit interview. What's done is done and we can both move on. Cowardice is not an option; be a man! Tell me you hate me and that the only reason you told me you loved is so I'd have sex with you.
But really, you're the bitch for not saying anything at all. You can bet that if I felt that way about you, you'd know about it. I'd scream it in your face so loud your dead relatives would hear it and ask you about it when you meet them in Hell! Your sperm would quake with fear and your children would be born deaf.
So finish what you started, you punk bitch, and say one thing to make me hate you the same way you said one thing to make me love you.
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