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An email on September 4th after Chloe told me that she was uncertain as to whether or not she’d be staying in Boston, but started making plans with friends for November visits. This email was followed up by begging and I finally paid for my insurance in full. Obviously, Chloe Puton broke up with me a couple weeks after this because, well, we all know the reason. But why did she send naked photos again? What goes through your head a week before you break up with someone? “Hey, I’m going to break up with this looooooser, I should probably give him some naked photos!” The best part of the photos was that they were a tit-for-tat exchange. Consideration, some might say! I gave her something, she gave me a photo. I gave her something else, she gave another photo.

Dear Chloe,

As of late, I’ve noticed that you’ve become more and more withdrawn
while continuing to hide or skew your true intentions and plans. Your
uncertainty reeks of an inability to share your intentions due to
various factors rather than a true lack of the requisite knowledge.

With every passing invite for a friend to join you in Boston, my anger
and disrespect for you grows exponentially. I have been repeatedly
strung along; each passing month has brought a new date by which
you’ll know your future plans. Plans that’ve only been revealed to me
upon prying, but shared with many out of joy. Plans that’ve been all
but confirmed, prior to even being mentioned.

Your inability to genuinely communicate your desires is utterly
disgusting and incredibly selfish.

I wish you the best, and hope that one day you’ll understand that
honesty rather than blissful ignorance is the way to genuinely make a
relationship work. Rather than disguise aspirations behind a veil of
ignorance, embrace them and those close to you will understand their
worth.

And the response,

Kris,

I don’t even know what to say to this – that’s it then? Why didn’t you call me to talk about it and why did you not respond every time I would message you on msn? I am not trying in anyway to undermine what you are saying or feeling – I understand and in hindsight I would have done things differently – been more careful to tell you plans, confirmed or not, but please don’t think that I ever tried to intentionally mislead you – I love you and I didn’t know how to approach it and in many cases I had no idea how things would work out and I guess I didn’t want to get you stressed for nothing. I’m at a time in my life where so many things are in flux and I honestly don’t know where I will be a year from now. I know that that’s not an excuse but I hope you can understand where I am coming from (as I do with you – it has sunk in over the past few days and I am truly sorry for the way I handled things. I wish I had acted differently and it upsets me to know that I made you feel that way). I had just hoped that we would be able to talk about this rather than email about it. I’ll be on msn tonight, or if you want, call me sometime

I hope you know that I do love you and always will and that I had hoped that you would come down and visit for a few months and that we could go from there. That you would give it a shot and then, if you hated it, we could go from there. And please know that I NEVER did anything while I have been here with anyone else – it hurts me when you won’t trust me and that you seem to doubt how much I love you and how much you mean to me and always will mean to me. I am lonely and miss you terribly and I really thought that, somehow, we could make it work. And please don’t see my inviting people as something I was doing to upset you – it was more a way to fill time until you got down here, if that makes any sense at all.

I hope that we can still talk – the thought of not being able to talk to you makes me unbelievably sad, although I know it might take time to get to that point. And if you change your mind, the door is always open. I wish you all the best too and hope nothing less than the world for you – you are a really great, funny, sweet guy and don’t ever forget it.

So of course, she completely ignores my pleas for honesty, begs me to come down over chat, and basically continues to be a motherfucking kunt. We talked about this shit for hours upon hours afterwards and she fucking pleaded. What a kunt.

I’d completely forgotten about this email, but I’m a motherfucking prophet. The constant lying, the constant “oooh, i didn’t think that would happen,” and the constant bullshit.