I’m done with the toy company executive.
He managed to cheat on me twice (that I know of) despite the fact that we were in an open relationship. The first time, I let it slide as a plausible but all-to-convenient misunderstanding of the ground rules. The second time, it was just willful deception and good-old-fashioned narcissism.
Actually, no. It’s not that he was a narcissist. He was just a thoughtless prick whose self-loathing expressed itself as narcissistic behavior and addiction. His raging case of peter pan syndrome was actually a thin veneer of bullshit that covered up a raging case of alcoholism.
That was the worst part. It turns out he was a blackout drunk. He probably doesn’t remember half the good times we had. How sad. It certainly didn’t help that he was only in it for the chase. As soon as we were an official couple he checked out emotionally. Ugh. What a fucking cliché.
It lasted longer than it should have, mainly because my friends all liked him. From the outside, it seemed like we were having a lot of fun, but I spent most of May and June completely miserable. It wasn’t something I noticed at the time, but a little hindsight goes a long way.
It’s okay, though. We were in and out in three months, which means it’s up to my discretion whether I count him as an “ex” or “just some guy I dated.”
Whatever. I didn’t have much skin in the game, and I’m glad it’s over.