my father called me today. after his usual lamentation he unexpectedly asked me how my life was. ok, i said. "how is M?" we have spilt up. then he said something that made me furious. "we have no luck with women". how dares he even think that? he, who used and abused every woman stupid enough to enter a relationship with him. that weak, dependant, self-conceited little fuck has the nerve to blame *them* for his pathetic life???
i am no saint. i have hurt women who loved me. but i never fled my responsibility or denied my failures. i'm friends with all my exes, two of them are still close friends.
but then there was E.. i was just a spitting image of my father.