Why did my ex-boyfriend get mad when I moved on after he dumped me?

Now this is a weird scenario:
I dated this guy named Dave for about a year beginning in the Fall of 2008. I was 22 at the height of or relationship and he was 23. We grew close and I fell deeply in love with him. I thought he felt the same cause he would always tell me and his actions proved it. It was during a difficult time in my life and I decided I needed a change of scenery. I decided to try and move from DC to ATL for a while to continue my education and my boyfriend Dave decided he would do the move as well. We made plans and everything was going smooth until the coward disappeared on me 2 weeks before the move!! I couldn’t back out cause a lot of money had already been involved. I ended up in ATL by myself for a year heartbroken and alone!! He didn’t call once or try to explain. I was left to myself. Anyway, I grew and matured over that year and was able to find my way back home. I had gotten close with some of his friends that were there for me during that time and ended up working with some of them when I returned. Then I find out that Dave has a new girlfriend ( who use to be a porn star) and now has another child with her!! This did it for me and I officially moved on. Sincerly..I did not have a rebound stage. I took that time out for me. Then a mutual friend introduced me to this guy named Jason. He had just moved back from being in college for 5 years and we really hit it off and started to date. He went to high school with Dave and considered themselves friends but were not that close. When I was with Dave I never even knew of Jason. So then, through gossip and someone running their mouth about my business, my ex found out that I was dating Jason and got SUPER MAD!!! He called me a homie hopper and every other name under the sun!!! After all that he put me through he had the audacity to question me about my love life that no longer involves him!! And to make matters worse….Jason use to date Dave’s current girlfriend (the ex porn star!!! LOL) before Dave did! Doesn’t that make Dave a hyporcrite??? Why would he care now when he has a new girl, a new family, and he abandoned me in the first place? Is it because I have moved on?? Does he still care or is he just immature? I am now 23 and Dave is 24. What should I do about it if there is anything I can do? I really like Jason a lot and neither of us feel ashamed of our relationship. I need help with this one….


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Am I insane, I don’t know what to do.?

I think way too much into detail. I worry possibly a paranoia problem. My mind is racing all the time on how to improve what I am doing. Right now as I’m typing I’m enjoying the satisfying clicks of each button. It’s soothing to hear myself tap away at the keyboard. That might mean I’m also a narcissist. I do look in the mirror a lot. I don’t know why I do. I’m not much of a sight to see. I constantly think about the lines from a song called Time by Pink Floyd. The lyrics are: Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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These lyrics make so much sense and I feel like this is my life. I always try to catch up with sun…or anything but it always sinks. My motivation always sinks into a pit of despair and dullness with the doldrums of life. "How do I tackle this?" I am constantly asking. I was smoking weed one day and came home fell asleep the next day I felt dizzy and completely out of it. I was reading and studying things in this state and I enjoyed it. I wasn’t high but I felt relaxed and somewhat happy. For some reason though I wrote this in my notes: "People question other peoples motives and thirst for knowledge. I question why it matters to them. Maybe their the ones who should be questioned. They need to look inside and question their own motives. Maybe the people who are put down do what they do because they need to. Maybe it’s not because they want to do the things they do, maybe it’s because they have to. What’s wrong with saying black if someone else wants white. What’s wrong with saying: ‘No I will not conform.’? I’m glad a lot of people admit their problems or know them. But that’s not enough. They still question. They need to stop. Listen, look at the world. Then they need to see after they look. Then when they see they will realize. Upon realization they will understand and once they understand… Their need for questions will subside. And when they have a question they will first ask themselves this: ‘Am I not like them? And should it matter?"

See I right really weird things. I don’t know what to do. Now I feel like I’m trying to be insane. Maybe I’m conforming by posting this on the internet. Maybe I’m pathetic because I can’t fix myself without help. But I just can’t do it. The sun is sinking and I don’t know how to catch it. Am I doing this because I have nothing better to do? Do I really have no life? Am I saying all of this to get the image I’m insane? What the hell am I doing. I don’t wanna make people less of me. I hate that. I don’t want you to judge me please don’t. I don’t want to judge you. So am I fucked up? Please help…Just help.


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Please read and rate my story.?

Please read it and provide CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. It’s the prologue, in the point of view of the main antagonist bad guy, and it’s a rough draft.

Sammuel stared into the demon’s black and shining eyes. Neither said anything, simply watching each other in the dark clearing, the trees stopping the sun from touching the ground. Finally it broke the silence, its a voice deep grating rasp. “Why do you summon me, man-sorcerer?”
“I only wish to learn of your kind, demon.”
It studied him, the expression on its grotesque and twisted face unreadable.
“You will release me then?”
He nodded. “Back to the Deep.”
“Very well.”
The demon spoke, and Sammuel listened in interest, occasionally writing down something it said.
This was his secret life, his dark side. Sammuel had traveled the world in his younger days, gathering knowledge of demons, and ancient evil rituals, and Darkness. Had a fascination with the morbid, and demons certainly fell into that category. He had summoned demons, but always kept them securely trapped. He would learn from them, his knowledge and power would grow, then he would send them back to their world, The Deep. It wasn’t hurting anyone, but still Sammuel kept it a secret from his wife. If she knew, she could get into trouble if he was caught. He worked hard to keep it a secret. If the Disciples of the Light ever found out, he would be burned. A horrible death, to be certain. The Disciples were a powerful religious group that praised the Light, fanatical in their devotion. If anyone was suspected of having anything to do with the Dark, they would be executed without a second thought, whether they had proof or not.
He finished speaking with the demon and sent it back to the Deep. He stretched, muscles sore from sitting on the hard ground. He took the notes had taken inside a small cabin on the edge of the clearing. Samuel locked the door and headed back to Haven where Kathryn would be waiting for him. They had been married for near ten years, but he still loved her as much as the day they had wed. She wasn’t perfect, by any means, though.
He smiled at the thought. That woman could butcher any food she set her hands on, no matter how simple it was to cook, but she always tried her hardest. He loved her for that.
As he entered the town, however, he realized something was wrong. The narrow streets were unusually empty, with none of the usual bustle of Haven. He could hear the buzz of a crowd nearby, and followed the noise. Smoke rose up in a column into the sky, high above the crowd gathered around the chapel. A large fire was burning, a person suspended above the flames that were steadily leaping higher. A Disciple stood preaching on a small platform beside the fire. He could just hear her words, faint strains drifting to him on the summer breeze. “and she will be punished for her corruptness, burned in the fires of the Light and judged before the Revered Creator himself.” Sammuel slowly made his way forward through the crowd. The preaching Disciple motioned to another, who stood by. He added more wood to the fires, making them leap higher, licking the suspended woman’s feet. She began to scream. Sammuel’s heart clenched as he got close enough to see the one being burned. Her red hair glinted, looking like the fire that was below her. Kathryn. He summoned his magic, trying to send water to the fires, to quench the flames that were killing his beloved.
Some of the Disciple Knights rushed to him, stopping him. He killed them with his magic, not noticing the weariness that coursed through him from using so much of his power. He pushed through the crowd to get to Kathryn, to save her. She had noticed him through her pain and had begun to scream for him. “Sammuel, please save me! Please Sammuel, make them stop!”
The Disciples hurriedly added more wood to the fire, making it flare up. The flames steadily made their way up her body, her screams getting worse and worse. She had stopped yelling for him to help her, now it was just a long, drawn-out cry of pain and terror.
Sammuel knew he could not save her now, he tried to send lightning at her, to end it quickly. Anything to spare her more of this horrible torment. More of the Disciples rushed at him, overpowering him. He fought them off, still moving toward the fire. The square was filled with noise, the shouts of the Disciples, the noise of the crowd, the dying moans of the Disciples who tried to stop him, the crackle of the flames, and above it all, the harsh screams of his wife.
Time seemed to end when her screams died down, then stopped. The fire still crackled, the crowd was still in a panic, and the Disciples went on with their noise, but all he heard was silence once Kathryn stopped screaming. He lost it then, sending out a massive shockwave, killing all around him, Disciples and townsfolk alike. Suddenly the square went into a panic, the citizens of Haven all trying to get out, escape. He didn’t let them. When
When the families tried to run from the square, he sent up walls of flame to bar their way. They had let this happen, had sat and watched as his Kathryn had been tied up and burned to death for something she was innocent of. Many died that day in the square, young and old, man woman and child, fat, thin, poor, wealthy, kind and cruel alike. Sammuel did not feel a thing. Nothing mattered now except vengeance for his poor Kathryn. Sammuel left one alive, however. As all the others lie dead, he stepped up to the platform where the Head Disciple lay.
She stared at him, hatred in her eyes.
“Why did you kill her? She was innocent. She did nothing!”
“The woman had it coming. She was worshipping the Dark in secret. We heard it true, straight from the mouth of a neighbor of yours.
“Why did you not look for proof before burning an innocent woman?”
She glared at him. “I will not justify my actions to a Shadow-worshipper. Kill me and be done with it.”
He dragged her to her feet and pushed
her into the fire. He closed his eyes as she died screaming. Vengeance, but a small one. To avenge his wife, he would destroy all the Disciples. He would destroy the Light itself. This world would go to the Dark, not the Light.
He managed to quench the fires, though it took quite awhile. He got his wife’s charred body down, her beautiful red hair burned off. He retrieved a blanket from their home and wrapped her in it, then carried her to the clearing by his cabin in the woods. He dug a hole for her beside the cabin, then placed her carefully in it.
Sammuel searched in the woods until he found a suitable stone, large, white and smooth, and carried it back to her grave. He used magic to inscribe upon the headstone:

Kathryn Annalee Carneston
A beloved wife

The morning sun drifting over the ocean tide,
Seems less beautiful without you by my side,
And the warmth of a hearth fire on a chilly winter day
Seems colder without you by my side to stay
You are gone from this world, taken before your time,
I shall not rest till I recompense this crime.
And when it is done, when your killers have paid
I will join you in death, my fair red-haired maid.

He shoveled dirt over her body in the grave and placed the stone atop it. He sat by her for hours, reliving their short time together. He fell asleep, weary after all the magic he had used. It would have killed anyone else, but for years Sammuel had been harnessing Dark magic, making him more powerful than most other mages in all of
Tenere. When he woke, it was night. The moon and stars were covered by a thick layer of clouds, making it pitch black in the clearing. Sammuel pulled himself up from the ground and unlocked the cabin. He headed for the bookshelf, fingers brushing over the spines, searching for a certain book. He found it, the oldest book on his shelf, it’s black leather cover almost falling apart. The pages were super thin, the writing on them blood red. He flicked open the pages, eyes scanning each one. He stopped when he saw the words “to Breach the Barrier”. He read the ritual method and gathered up jars and a long knife with a curved blade. He walked to the middle of the clearing again, depositing the stuff on the ground. The jars clinked against each other, one filled with pitch black powder, one filled with some sticky substance that smoked slightly. Another was filled with demon blood, the thick dark red liquid sloshing as he sat it down. He took the black sand and made a large triangle with a
circle in the center. Sammuel poured the blood in strange symbols that seemed to give off an air of malice. He opened the jar of the smoking stuff and dumped it into the middle of the whole thing. After looking back at the book, he picked up the knife and laid his hand in it. Sammuel spread his fingers wide and brought the knife down, hacking off three of his fingers, leaving only his pinky and ring finger. He stepped out of the circle and began to chant, ignoring the pain and the blood running down his hands. As he chanted from the book, it seemed to get darker. The sand seemed to glow, and slowly, faint whispering sounds came into his hearing.
Just before he finished, he paused. Should he go on? This would allow demons to run rampant in this world. He looked over to Kathryn’s grave, and that strengthened his resolve. He read the last word and watched the runes he had made. The sand glowed, the whisperings continued, louder now. The smoking stuff began to radiate a light, which
grew. It flashed outward, a cold rush of wind that stunk of death and shadow that blew his black hair back. Then all the glowing and whispering stopped, and the world was still. Sammuel wrapped his bloody hand in a rag and walked to the cabin. He placed the book back on his shelf and sat at his desk.
“I have unleashed the Dark on this world. I have breached the barrier.” he said aloud to himself, his voice sounding odd and out of place, still in doubt. How could he be sure?
As if in answer to his thoughts, a demon materialized. He bowed when he saw Sammuel. His hair was stringy and lank, face twisted and grotesque, features decaying, but still recognizably human.
“Master.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You breached the barrier, now we can travel to this world freely. You must command us, Master. You have given us our freedom, we will war under your command as we come to power in Tenere.”
Sammuel thought over the demon’s words. He stood.
“Begin building an army. We will control this world under the name of Darkness. I will destroy the Light as they have destroyed me.”


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What would you do if this happened to you?

This is a poem I wrote for my ex. I’m not a great poet or anything but she’s into poetry. What would you do if someone gave you this?

One glimpse into your emerald eyes
Would still my breath, enflame my soul.
An angel come from in the skies
You’d lift me up and make me whole.
The most dazzling sight I’d ever seen,
More beautiful than the sun,
A goddess once you must have been,
To me you were the only one.
The stars aligned that day we met
That perfect moment in the past.
It seemed the sun would never set,
My love for you will always last.
No better feeling could exist
Than when I held you close to me.
That sacred silence when we kissed,
Entwined in wondrous harmony.
Whatever could you see in me?
I’m just an ordinary man.
I thought mere love could never be
Enough for you, and so I ran
Inside myself, behind these walls,
And yet your smile still shone through
You brought me back, I heard your calls
Too slow I fear, and I lost you.
Foolishly, in my desire,
To be with you, to hold you near,
I changed myself, suppressed the fire,
Yet now I see so very clear.
I let my friends persuade my mind
To show you what you wished to see,
Or so I thought. How I was blind!
Now sorrows drown me like the sea.
If only I could have the chance
One more time, I’d do things right.
I’d sweep you off your feet, romance.
The stars would weep for joy at at night.
No second wasted e’er again
I’d sing my love out far and wide.
And, henceforth, my greatest sin:
Not to have you by my side.
And now I’m up to this great task,
More wonderful than any.
My heart is in my throat, I ask
Will you be my darling, Brittany?


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ok there is a limit at top here! but………?

is there a limit on how much i can really write here?
i was just wondering because it never says u have such and such amount of characters left or so
i am going to copy and paste some quotes and sayings , u can read them if you r bored like me , lol but u don’t have to

f you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.

Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship – never.

You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it’s what you are expected to give — which is everything.

Love builds bridges where there are none.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes…just be an illusion.

The definition of a beautiful woman is one who loves me.

Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul.

Life without love is like a tree without fruit.

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

A lawful kiss is never worth a stolen one.

Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Only love let’s us see normal things In an extraordinary way.

There’s always room for love; You just have to move a few things around.

Love means never having to say you’re sorry.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

It’s so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and then don’t say it.

A lot of beautiful people are stupid. There’s a tremendous amount of idiots who look so good. It’s frightening.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

As far as we know, our computer has never had an undetected error.

Being stupid is its own reward

Fiction writing is great, you can make up almost anything.

I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.

STUPID = Smart Talented Unique Person In Demand

With fame I become more and more stupid, which of course is a very common phenomenon.

I say no to drugs, but they don’t listen.

If aliens are looking for intelligent life?! WHY THE HECK ARE YOU SCARED?!

The government is not doing enough about cleaning up the environment. This is a good planet.

Sure, it’s going to kill a lot of people, but they may be dying of something else anyway.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.

I have opinions of my own –strong opinions– but I don’t always agree with them.

The spontaneous rally will begin at 1:45.

Stop being so stupid.. it’s my turn.

I don’t think anyone should write his autobiography until after he’s dead.

If you have noticed this notice you will have noticed that this notice is not worth noticing

When your dad is mad and asks you, “Do I look stupid?” Don’t answer him

You can’t just let nature run wild.

Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.

A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls.

I cannot tell you how grateful I am — I am filled with humidity.

The private enterprise system indicates that some people have higher incomes than others.

Eight more days and I can start telling the truth again.

Many wise words are spoken in jest, but they don’t compare with the number of stupid words spoken in earnest.

Failure is only a temporary change in direction to set you straight for your next success.

Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.

Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.

If there exists no possibility of failure, then victory is meaningless.

A failure is a man who has blundered but is not capable of cashing in on the experience.

Remember, no man is a failure who has friends.

One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures without making a mistake.

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.

Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.

The only real failure in life is the failure to try.

There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.

Life’s real failure is when you do not realize how close you were to success when you gave up.

Success builds character, failure reveals it.

There are no failures – just experiences and your reactions to them.

Failure is the tuition you pay for success.

A man may fall many times, but he won’t be a failure until he says that someone pushed him.

Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up.

You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.

He who fails to plan, plans to fail.

Notice the difference between what happens when a man says to himself, “I have failed three times,
lol
and more can still be added, i stooped because my computer was freaking out at the moment and as someone stated , i thought none was gonna read them!


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