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I’ve decided to blow up my life.  

SilyconBond 55M
193 posts
7/20/2020 4:59 pm

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I’ve decided to blow up my life.


I’m not committing suicide. Just, destroying relationships that are dragging me down.

First, I’ll start with the single mother next door. For twelve years, I’ve fixed every plumbing, computer, electrical problem, took care of her<b> pets </font></b>when she went on vacation and worked on the HOA for her.

That time I put myself in danger for her with her breakup with her ex. That time I intervened when her was bashing headlights on random cars in the neighborhood with a bat.

Sure, she gave me that gift card to the restaurant in the Domain. Plus, took my side in arguments in the HOA meltdowns. Plus, she cleaned out my flowerbed when I threw out my back at that time.

I’m done with her. She has a delivery sitting on my doorstep. Ugh.

The box is heavy. I’ll have to walk it over to her house.

BRB….la ti da…la ti da. (Carrying big heavy box next door.)

“Hey, got your package on my front porch,” I said.

“It’s for you.” She says.

“It’s for me? It’s your name. I guess that IS my address.” I said.

“It took a while to get here, but I ordered it over a week ago for you.” She said.

I opened the box….Four jars of my favorite pickles. “You bought these for me?” I said.

“The shipping cost twice as much as the pickles themselves. I think they are the last ones. That’s all the website would let me buy.” She said.

“I imagine so. Why?” I said.

“My favorite neighbor who fixed my sink on a Saturday night after ten pm, when it would have cost me a small fortune to get a plumber. Word gets around, especially when you are complaining that you needed a pickle after getting water all over your clothes.”

“Well, I did need a pickle. Who cares about wet clothes?” I asked seriously and opened the first jar right there.

Heaven, it tastes just like I remember it. Four jars, a jar every three days, twelve days of crunchy goodness. “Thank you,” I said.

She watches me, smiling. I caressed my box. Feels light as a feather now.

Damn…That didn’t work at all. I guess I’ll have to cross her off the list of relationships to destroy. How dare she make me feel good. I’m outraged that I feel so good!

My other neighbor though… Him, I’m DONE with him! I just have to find the reason now. I’m sure I’ll think of something.

SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/20/2020 4:59 pm

I’m not committing suicide. Just, destroying relationships that are dragging me down.

First, I’ll start with the single mother next door. For twelve years, I’ve fixed every plumbing, computer, electrical problem, took care of her pets when she went on vacation and worked on the HOA for her.

That time I put myself in danger for her with her breakup with her ex. That time I intervened when her daughter was bashing headlights on random cars in the neighborhood with a bat.

Sure, she gave me that gift card to the restaurant in the Domain. Plus, took my side in arguments in the HOA meltdowns. Plus, she cleaned out my flowerbed when I threw out my back at that time.

I’m done with her. She has a delivery sitting on my doorstep. Ugh.

The box is heavy. I’ll have to walk it over to her house.

BRB….la ti da…la ti da. (Carrying big heavy box next door.)

“Hey, got your package on my front porch,” I said.

“It’s for you.” She says.

“It’s for me? It’s your name. I guess that IS my address.” I said.

“It took a while to get here, but I ordered it over a week ago for you.” She said.

I opened the box….Four jars of my favorite pickles. “You bought these for me?” I said.

“The shipping cost twice as much as the pickles themselves. I think they are the last ones. That’s all the website would let me buy.” She said.

“I imagine so. Why?” I said.

“My favorite neighbor who fixed my sink on a Saturday night after ten pm, when it would have cost me a small fortune to get a plumber. Word gets around, especially when you are complaining that you needed a pickle after getting water all over your clothes.”

“Well, I did need a pickle. Who cares about wet clothes?” I asked seriously and opened the first jar right there.

Heaven, it tastes just like I remember it. Four jars, a jar every three days, twelve days of crunchy goodness. “Thank you,” I said.

She watches me, smiling. I caressed my box. Feels light as a feather now.

Damn…That didn’t work at all. I guess I’ll have to cross her off the list of relationships to destroy. How dare she make me feel good. I’m outraged that I feel so good!

My other neighbor though… Him, I’m DONE with him! I just have to find the reason now. I’m sure I’ll think of something.


devilscharm1000 44M
23 posts
7/20/2020 6:24 pm

Dont carry the box before you got her on her knees


superbjversion2 68F  
24388 posts
7/20/2020 7:21 pm

It's amazing how rapidly resentment disappears with a thoughtful (and well-timed) thank you.

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!


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