Never Date A Realist

Never date a realist, he’ll explain everything.  He’ll rationalize things you have done to him, or things you never did for him.  He’ll explain you think too much and that the emotions you feel are ridiculous, a chemical imbalance at best.  He’ll complain he was away for a week and you called him too much.  His blunt eyed glare and lack of compassion show how he really feels; nothing.

He’ll describe times when you helped him work on his car.  It was his car, the one he spent almost everything to have.  All his friends would come to help, and stare in jealousy at the car that will never talk, and never leave the lot.  He’ll complain you drink too much when you’re out together and that you shouldn’t take drugs.  He’ll be angry when the taxi offers to drive you home for free because you were standing in the middle of the street.  He’ll explain you’re not being safe and offer personal experience and hundreds of ‘real’ tails to make you feel he’s right.  He’ll describe that you never helped him when he asked, and that when you wanted comfort he needed reliability.

He’ll continue this rant on what you did to him, how he lied awake at night suspecting the worst.  You were just at your friends having a few drinks, or so he thought.  He never told you he was worried, you didn’t think he cared.  So you did what you wanted. He’ll harass you to tell him something you did wrong, when you know you have nothing left to say.

He’ll tell you no one is to blame, and demand you forgive or forget.  You won’t be able to hold onto him because you know he can’t hold on to you.  He’ll reason that no one is at fault and that this mutual decision is best for the two of you. He’ll use words like ‘we’ and ‘us’ when you know you prefer ‘me’ and ‘him’.

He will never let you be an individual; he will never feel the same way you do.  He will never understand what you did.  To him your explanation doesn’t add up or doesn’t make sense, but this is your reality.  You knew you had too because when you sat there telling him you wouldn’t, in your heart you knew that you would.

You’ll sit alone on your bed where you made love countless times, and you won’t drink or do drugs but sit.  And this whole time you will sit not in sorrow or in regret; instead, you will rationalize why this was all for the best.

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