I already wrote about keeping vs throwing away things associated with former frogs. So it's only appropriate I also write about getting things that belong to me.
To my very first boyfriend, the one who is less than the scum on the bottom of your shoe...the one who went back to the motherland and "forgot" to tell me he was getting married; I would still like my auxiliary cable back. I did not give it to you...you stole it from me. No let me rephrase, I let you borrow it one day and when we went our separate ways you decided I had given it to you so you decided you did not want to return it.
WTF?
Don't worry though, it's not about the money behind buying another one (it was replaced several years ago), but it's the idea that you wouldn't let it go. You were too cheap to buy yourself one, so you took and kept mine. Ugh just thinking about it still makes me a little mad. I remember last year when I saw you on a random trip to Harris Teeter by the produce section I wanted to throw cucumbers at you for being so stupid. Actually, I probably wanted to throw cucumbers at myself more for being the stupid person for ever thinking we belonged together.
The next one I am okay with. In fact I didn't even realize that you had it until recently. See, a few years ago my friend recommended a book called "Lone Survivor" by former Navy Seal Marcus Luttrell and a personal account of what happened during "Operation Redwings" (you can wiki it if you want to know what that's all about, but it was a tear-jerker). I was seeing Mr. NYC at the time, and had mentioned it to him that I was reading this book. He mentioned he heard about it and wanted to read it too. So what did I do? Since I was going to be seeing him that following week I decided I would speed read through the book and offered to let him borrow it.
Once we broke up I had forgotten about. I had already read it and I didn't really want it back. I wasn't attached to it or anything. But a few weeks ago when I saw him I found a different book on his coffee table which reminded me of MY BOOK. I chucked inside. I didn't ask him about it...no that would be the normal thing to do. Instead my eyes shifted to his bookshelf to see if he still had it. Was I going to ask for it back? Probably not. But I still wanted to see if he kept it. I didn't find it, but it's funny because in the between the time we broke up until a few weeks ago, I had completely forgotten that I let him borrow the book. I am pretty sure he never read it. I think he's still "reading" Benjamin Franklin's autobiography he mentioned on our first few dates he was reading at the time. LOL.
The next item on the list has been a long drown out saga for the last few weeks. I left my beloved e-reader at my ex-boyfriend's house. Remember how I do the dumbest things at the worse possible moments? Yeah, this was one of them. I forgot I left my e-reader in his overnight bag at the cabin. I was too tired to remember it was still in there when I left to come back home. Then we went our separate ways and I've been told either to forget about it completely or CALMLY ask for it back. Staying calm has never been something I have been able to do. One of my friends even offered to buy me a new one so I wouldn't have to contact him about it.
I mustered up some courage a few weeks ago and emailed him to ship it back to me - but really send it to one of my friends. I don't want to receive anything from that person. I even offered to reimburse the shipping cost. He took it the wrong way and got offended? Really? Like I was trying to do the right think since it was my mistake leaving it there. Get off your high horse and realize it was the right thing to do, me offer to pay for shipping. The other day I got a random text stating it was finally shipped. Well thank you for doing that, looks like it's finally June 28th, 2013 on your watch.
Bonus story: I thought I left my favorite pair of earrings in NYC last month. I thought I had packed them but I wasn't 100% sure. I had a slight mini-panic attack from Mr. NYC's apt to the train station. He asked me twice to do a final walk through and make sure I took everything. I lied and said I checked and left nothing. Then touched my ears in the car and realized I might have forgotten my swarovskis. I was mortified he'd find my earrings on his coffee table when he returned home. So you can imagine how happy I was when I unpacked when I got home and there they were in my little jewelery box. THANK GOD! No embarrassing phone call to make or text to send. And that folks is reason #78945 we aren't together.....
I'm telling you my short term memory is going to get me in trouble in
one day. I can never remember what happened 10-15 minutes after it's happened.
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