August 22, 2006
I’m sorry that you asked me to marry you…
I’m sorry that you asked me to marry you. Not only do I not want to marry you, but I now regret ever sleeping with you. I realize you have predatory tendencies toward women that make me uncomfortable. Actually, this has all been a great gift to me, because in the past two weeks I realize I don’t want to get married. Period. Ever. I am comfortable with relationships, but I don’t want to ever feel like property. I’ve got hang-ups, I know. I don’t want to have to argue with someone about which war-mongering country’s policies to indoctrinate the children with. Now by not marrying you I won’t have to take the kid’s bazooka toy away, nor send a child off to the Israeli army. I regret not telling you right away how serious I was about being a pacifist. I sort of downplayed it. For that I am sorry, if I misled you. I’m sorry about how much this will probably hurt you. I feel I’ve mis-represented myself.
Submitted by: L
At 9:07 pm on July 9, 2007, M commented:
I love you and you said that we would never work together. I know that we both have to grow up. I am waiting for you. I don’t want to, but I finally feel at peace about this. I am waiting for you. I don’t expect you to wait for me. I don’t expect you to find out what real love is. The sacrifice and caring and the giving up. The love that is real. When you find her I honestly wish you all the happyness in the world. I don’t regret loving you. I feel at peace.
I just regret not telling you.