Originally Posted by
Artemis
Well this is where my eidetic memory trumps your decidedly fuzzy memory yet again stalker boi, you actually told me of your sad little plan (albeit in a weird disjointed reverse order) but the highlights are this: After we told Squeamous to Jog on our hero was left with all the detritus of the relationship so he emailed her going Oi! dya want yer shit back. Sort of understandably at the time she didn't reply, so he decided to drop it all off at her work, unfortunately being a high security genetic research lab, this part of the plan ran afoul of the security team, woops! (but we aren't a stalker no sirreee!!!!!!) Of course Squeamous was notified of this. More furious e-mails by our hero which weren't returned..... so he rocked up and left said stuff outside her place........ isn't that a nice rational healthy thing to do.
Ummm actually I did try to reply to that last time you posted it, but mankers ban and the moderation stopped that post.
I'm not a materialistic bloke, the value of things isn't in having them, or what they're worth (which is why I didn't have a problem with talking amounts of money with MBM). The value is in the sentiment of the person giving the gift.
When the reality of what our friendship was became apparent to me, I sent her emails asking her what she wanted me to do with them (after I broke it off). I offered to destroy them or return them (they were nice things she might well wanted them back for their value for all I knew). She ignored those emails. I did keep hoping she would just say 'bin them' I didn't want to have to see her again.
I did what I thought was the right thing, which was return them to her. It seemed wasteful (and immature) to destroy perfectly good stuff just because those things no longer meant anything to me. I did take them to her workplace, and I went to the security hut, who phoned her. She obviously told them she wssn't coming down to collect them. There was no scene, I turned and left.
I then sat outside and tried to call her to ask her to come and collect them myself. I didn't want any confrontation, I just wanted to return her things. I had put in several hours to drive there, because I felt it was the right (adult) thing to return them. I felt she should have at least been adult enough to come and collect them. She had been spending hours of her time with me when it had suited her, I had repeatedly rearranged my days to suit her, when it suited her, I didn't think it was too much to ask her to spend five more minutes collecting her things. I pressed that rather hard, because being who she is, she refused to take my calls, just hanging up.
I did consider driving down to her flat and catching her as she left for work, but decided she obviosly didn't want to see me (for fuck knows what reason) and so decided the trick would be to time my arrival to be able to drop the bag outside her place just before she left for work. So she would get the things, but not have to see me. That was what I did.
There was never any intention to confront her. There was no confrontation at her place of work. I gave her the option to have me just dispose of those things, she ignored that. In all good conscience I couldn't destroy perfectly good stuff. I'm meant to be an adult, I'm meant to be beyond destroying stuff in fits of anger. I'm meant to be able to act as an adult. That was what I was trying to do.
Three weeks I waited for an answer about what she wanted me to do... three weeks. I didn't go rushing down there to confront her.
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