The Towering Inferno of Shit

Well, fuck. That didn't take long.

Last night Sally and I had "the talk" about how I've been feeling.

"How did it go?", you ask?! Let's have a look, shall we?...


You might have guessed by this post title that it didn't go well.
If you did, you are right on the money. If not, you may not have been paying attention.

Here's the deal with Sally.
It doesn't matter what I say, everything is interpreted against some predictable lenses:

1. Even if I am trying to describe how *I* am feeling, it ends up being proof that I'm accusing her of doing or not doing something.
2. It all goes back to that she is unlovable, ugly and a rotten human being who isn't worth shit
3. Everything we've gone through or have done ends up being completely invalidated -- it was never true and is all lies
4. Most importantly, I am a liar and am untrustworthy.

Oh, I am no longer "her forever love," because "I broke her heart."

This is the "Towering Inferno of Shit" that I refer to.

There is no winning here for me, only massive loss.

The most I can hope for is surviving. 

BTW, here's a piece of free, unsolicited advice:

If someone tells you that they're polyamorous, ethically non-monogamous or whatever, run in the other fucking direction as fast and far as possible!