A failed partnership
My ex and I used to refer to each other as partners. At least I used that terminology exclusively. She sometimes did when we were in the room together. The idea was that we wanted to support our gay friends.
How fucking pretentious we were. All lexicon and no substance. I do not believe my ex has ever experienced a partnership—certainly not one that lasted or that produced material benefit.
As a partner, she had opinions on disclosure, representing the organization to third parties, and "showing up for work" that don't align with mine. Her definition of "collaboration" would not be found in any textbook, I'm sure. Hers involved never being in the same room with other principals for any important discussion.
We grew up in profoundly different circumstances.
How fucking pretentious we were. All lexicon and no substance. I do not believe my ex has ever experienced a partnership—certainly not one that lasted or that produced material benefit.
As a partner, she had opinions on disclosure, representing the organization to third parties, and "showing up for work" that don't align with mine. Her definition of "collaboration" would not be found in any textbook, I'm sure. Hers involved never being in the same room with other principals for any important discussion.
We grew up in profoundly different circumstances.
But in the end February 17, 1994 will be the single more horrid day of my life. What a fucking idiot to let a lying married woman into my home and heart.
When will I have paid enough for my own stupidity and hubris. She gaslighted me in the first 24 hours and never stopped!
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