Drama Queens (Here’s your F’n Tiara)Wednesday November 14, 2007 - Author: NightStorm - No Comments
Drama. What is the deal exactly with some people going to such extremes just as a cry for extra attention? I spent 7 years living a very dramatic life… the person I was with was overly emotional, attention hungry, and overall just not quite all there. Harsh? Perhaps, but if you knew what I know about the person, you’d understand.
My relationship with that person did not end well. She had cheated on me several times (two of which are confirmable, but likely there were others), and with what she put me through, I don’t think it’s possible to dislike someone any more (I know of at least one person who can relate to that, and he remains active on my myspace blog, so he’ll probably check this one sooner or later anyway… so HIYA!!). I left with pretty much nothing… I had been emotionally broken down and most of my possessions were “claimed”… even objects that were never hers to begin with… things I have had since I was a teenager, and pictures of my now dead grandfather. All things that suddenly were no longer mine. I was lost, and damaged. Then someone found me, and fixed me (you can read about her all over this place).
Today, I came home from work to a message waiting for me on Messenger. This woman who cheated on me, used me, lied to me, and took advantage of me for years decided it was time for an attention grab. Mind you, she wasn’t targeting me this time… no, she was targeting the guy she was cheating on me with (whom she continued a relationship with after I left). As the story goes, she took a number of pills and mixed them with some alcohol, after writing a letter. See where this is going?
I don’t know where she is. Honestly, I don’t care. Likely some hospital somewhere, possibly even one with nice white jackets and padded rooms. Again, harsh, but whatever. After so long, it’s easy to stop caring about someone who chooses to self-destruct continuously without actually accepting help from anyone. I know that my children, as well as her son from a previous marriage, are looked after. That is what counts… obviously, it’s not something she took into consideration at the time. I am only left in awe of how far someone will go just to get the attention of someone else… after speaking with a few people this evening, it comes out that she had broken up with “the guy” shortly before taking the pills. She did this to her first husband (prior to their marriage), trying to kill herself to get his attention. She told me just before our relationship ended that she had considered suicide… I even found the letter she wrote.
Seriously. Is the only way to get someone’s attention to do something extreme (and in this case, extremely stupid)? What ever happened to “Hey, we need to talk”? This was ultimately the reason my relationship with her failed, and why I am so happy where I am now. I no longer have to put up with “do as I say or I’ll try to kill myself”. I suppose it all comes down to maturity. Yes, there are days when I wonder if I’m really loved as much as I originally thought I was, or how important I really am to people… but I don’t see killing myself (or attempting) as being a very productive way of solving the problem. Communication means a lot, and so does spending time just thinking. Hell, thinking about it is what leads me to discover that most of my insecurities are inside my own head, and are only there because of how I was treated in the past… my mind is clouded by that, and makes it hard sometimes to see how I am really treated now. Doesn’t justify trying to kill myself over. Just takes logic and effort to see through it.
Anyway, not sure where I was going with all this… I suppose I just wanted to vent, and didn’t want to annoy or bother Tami with stupid things. I know that this is probably the most insensitive thing any of you have ever seen me type or say, but sometimes stupid acts don’t need to be buried or sugar-coated to make the person seem a victim of their own choices in life. To my 2 or 3 readers, take a minute to tell someone that you care. It won’t kill you, and I doubt it would kill them… unless they’re mentally unbalanced and try to pop some pills or something, in which case, well… whatever. I hear they make those jackets in all sizes, and yes, the sleeves are SUPPOSED to be too long. Otherwise, where would the challenge have been for Houdini?