Random thoughts about the
ex-girlfriend...
The person formerly known as your girlfriend. Now she's just some random bitch you might see on the street. She was the person with whom you shared three years of your life, your queen sized bed, your favorite towel and your Macintosh computer with BNBP randomly strewn about its hard drives.
She slept in the same bed with you for three years, and swapped body fluids with you on many occasions but did not trust or respect you. You gave her no reason to think that she couldn't trust you, but you still were not worthy. She looked down on you because you had a collection of comic books and XXX porn tapes. She called you sick and depraved when she found the BNBP on the Mac and couldn't wait until you got home from a business trip to tell you about yourself.
She didn't want you knowing how much money she had stashed, but she was always kept track or your loot and even went so far as to tell you how you should spend it. She became jealous of your computers because she thought you spent more time with them than with her. She let you know how much she deserved an engagement ring and how she didn't like you spending your money on those shitty computers. She didn't know until it was too late for her, that you'd already purchased the ring. The look on her face was priceless, when you showed her the receipt from Robbins 8th & Walnut because she didn't believe you. You planned on giving it to her a year previously, but had to think twice about it when the cops came knocking at the door at her request. She remembered her bad habit of taking out her frustrations on you and ruining two of your good shirts and the nice dinner you made for her.
She hated you for not trying hard enough to surprise her on her birthday. She hated you because you made more money than she did. She hated you for every little thing you did and did not do. She tried her best to change you and she failed miserably. She said she loved you but after a while you didn't think she meant it. Eventually you came to the conclusion that she was incapable of love. You hope she realized how badly she fucked up.
Even after all the bullshit, you still miss her. Which is probably why you hardly sleep in your bed anymore.