Historically,<\/p>\n
I have never been a good breaker-upper.<\/p>\n
In fact,<\/p>\n
On those rare occasions where I hung around long enough to necessitate a break-up,<\/p>\n
And not go ghost,<\/p>\n
I really wasn’t a breaker-upper,<\/p>\n
But just found myself engaging in behavior that became increasingly so avoidance annoying that the other person would eventually dump me instead.<\/p>\n
Not some of my finer moments,<\/p>\n
I know.<\/p>\n
Recently,<\/p>\n
However,<\/p>\n
I did mature to the point where I ceased such avoidance behavior,<\/p>\n
And initiated the break-up …<\/p>\n
When I felt one was in need.<\/p>\n
Initially,<\/p>\n
I thought I might go with the “It’s me, not you”<\/em> diatribe,<\/p>\n Which was something I did have familiarity using.<\/p>\n But instead,<\/p>\n This time,<\/p>\n I was so looking forward to ending the relationship,<\/p>\n That I decided I was going to enjoy a good old-fashioned verbal sparring during the destruction of it all.<\/p>\n Sure …<\/p>\n I would use the same words I had used in the past,<\/p>\n But in a slightly different order,<\/p>\n “It’s you, not me”<\/em>.<\/p>\n I had been on the krappy end of this abusive relationship for far too long,<\/p>\n And I was going to entertain myself some during its final moments.<\/p>\n So there I was …<\/p>\n Knowing how I could end the break-up conversation quickly by just muttering a few simple words,<\/p>\n But instead deliberately refusing to utter those words,<\/p>\n While drawing out the break-up,<\/p>\n And they knew I was drawing it out.<\/p>\n Intentionally making them go through the motions of acknowledging a need for their improvement,<\/p>\n Change in their behavior.<\/p>\n Then receiving promises from them of gifts, presents, and accommodations along the way.<\/p>\n These acts worked for them in the past,<\/p>\n To keep me around.<\/p>\n But this time I knew …<\/p>\n Going in,<\/p>\n That I was fine accepting my life was going to change because of this break-up,<\/p>\n While feeling a bit odd until a new routine was established,<\/p>\n Without them.<\/p>\n I was ready,<\/p>\n This relationship was over,<\/p>\n And I was so looking forward to it.<\/p>\n So I picked up my phone,<\/p>\n Dialed their number.<\/p>\n “It’s you, not me”<\/em>,<\/p>\n I thought as the phone was answered and their …<\/p>\n Soul-dead, automated voice said,<\/p>\n “Welcome to Comcast<\/em>“.<\/p>\n Epilogue:<\/strong> I cut the programming cord with Comcast in January 2015. It took me about 36 hours to forget them. I still have Comcast for broadband, though that is coming to an end soon as we have a new source in my hometown pulling the fiber as I punch this post. I still view lots of programming through Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Hulu (on occasion) and mainly binge watch things now. I read a great deal more and listen to many, many podcasts.<\/p>\n Also, apologies in advance to those that think I am making light of domestic violence by the prose used in this post. That was not my intent, but I understand the concern and is why I sat on this post for two years. Heck, I probably wouldn’t have even posted it today except I had to deal with Comcast yesterday helping at my brother’s new place and it was just a reminder how awful they are. 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