Coward...The description fits.

The other night out with a few friends, from the cyber world...I got questioned about my last relationship, as that is mentioned in my profile. I gave the nutshell version, cuz really..Ive talked about it enough to people. Yet I get the message across real clear these days in the nutshell version. - Asked how it ended, its always fun to tell, see earlier posts about my return home from holiday... told of the text battle we had, which led Rob to scurry away. Coward is what my friend Patrick said...and how fitting. Yes he was a coward. Unable to face me, unable to talk to me, ignoring me, "needing time to himself" - all the while I was the one wronged. So yes, coward, is another adjective I can use to describe one Robert Sanita. I never though of the word coward, I don't think ha ha. I just refer to him, when I do, as a cheat and a liar. Obviously those were the main reasons I dumped his scrawny ass. But yea coward is fitting as well. Whenever we were to discuss something of a serious nature, he would clam up. Denying, avoiding, sweeping problems under the carpet, that's what he is like, unless therapy is teaching him otherwise, but I doubt it highly. Embarrassing as Ive mentioned before, yet another adjective to describe him. Its also a good adjective for myself, as I was stupid enough, blind enough, sad enough even, to have put up with what I knew was happening and had happened years earlier. I recall when I was on holiday, actually standing outside Boy George's home, waiting for him to arrive...How I got this text that the porn channel wasn't working? Of course that caught my curiosity, little did I know what it would all mean, what was happening in my home, in my bedroom. Little hints like this, while away, led my mind to wander and my thoughts were right. He went about how were weren't together...Now technically no, but ask anyone in our circle of friends, at the time how he carried as if my boyfriend, with me. I made points of stressing my individuality, but down to basics, we were living and acting like partners. He obviously was playing head games as he had for many years before. Having everything crash in his face made him run, made him hide and made him disappear. My text of, "wish i never met you", rang loud and clear and with one hundred percent truth. I wish I hadn't. I wasted too much of my time. He didnt waste his time as he was having his cake and eating it too, why would he complain? Why would he "leave me"?? - I got the balls to shut him out and start living again. I want, need real friends. If I get involved with anyone on a serious level, he would have to be a man in every way, that Rob definitely wasn't. I stress that people with colourful pasts should stay out of my way. This includes Rob. His past, and his time with me, were extremely "colorful", before and during our time together. He continued right til the end to play games with my head. He is soon to be 41 and a more pathetic human being, of his age, Ive never met. RIP Rob, the man I met, is dead. Hs actions killed him to me. Sad he will forever be....and a coward...The description fits him like a glove.
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