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Pluto Transit To The Moon - Mine: Past Emotional Manipulations Revealed
Astrology in real life
I think I am about 18 in this story, making the soldier about 20. We were continuing to discuss our break-ups. For the record, I was dating Sadisimal John at this time.
“Yeah, we were broke up about 3 months that time,” he said. ‘You had a boyfriend up until you got sick of him and then you came looking for me.”
I didn’t say anything because that is exactly what I did.
“Yeah, you had a boyfriend as always and I was trying to get a girlfriend but you know me. You know how hard it is for me to get anyone interested in me. It’s hard. It’s a pain in the ass but I finally got that girl with the baby to come over with her kid. They came over and I got them some chicken. We had Church’s fried chicken. Take-out.”
I stared my jealous stare.
“Yeah so they came over and I guess they were going to come back, according to you. Because right after they came over, you came over the next day and she had left those shoes. Yep, she left her baby’s shoes and you went ape-shit. Remember that, P?”
“I do. I was infuriated.”
“Yeah, you told me she only left those shoes so she be able to come back for them and that was news to me. I didn’t know anything about women, what the hell? But you told me that was what she was doing and you were mad as hell.”
“I was. She was trying to get you.”
“Maybe. I’ll take your word for it but you got rid of her anyway. You made sure she knew not to come back.”
“What did I do?”
“Well she did come back just like you said she would.”
“Yep, she was coming over to get laid.”
“I don’t know but you were there when she did. And you answered the door in a towel!”
I roared. “Yeah? Well so what. I was in there. We were busy.”
He snorted. “Yeah, busy. You got rid of her all right, told me she was looking at your crotch.”
“She did look at my crotch,” I said.
“Well who wouldn’t when you’re standing there in a towel?”
“Whatever.”
“Yeah, I never even kissed that girl.”
“What? What the hell do you mean you never kissed her?” I was shocked.
“Well I didn’t. You thought I did but I didn’t. I let you think that,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I let you think I did more with her than I actually did. You thought I was having sex with her, or that I’d had sex with her but I never did.”
“You gotta be kidding me?”
“Nope, no sex. She just came over that one time with her kid. We had chicken and that’s it.”
I stared and searched my memory. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious. You thought I was screwing her and there was no way I was going to tell you any different,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because if I wasn’t screwing her, you wouldn’t want me. You had a boyfriend! What? You think I want you knowing I didn’t have a girlfriend? Hell no, I let you think what you thought. I didn’t lie mind you, I just let you think what you were thinking so you’d like me. I wanted you to want me - I wanted you.”
I sat still for a minute while my memory gelled. ‘Well you bastard. I mean, I understand but you didn’t just do that then, you did it in 2003 too. You did! This Church’s Fried Chicken girl came up… her and here baby’s shoes and I thought… I thought you had something going with her then too. Damn!”
“Well, P, what do you expect? You expect we can break up - You get a boyfriend the next day, and I am going to let you know it took me 3 months just to get a girl to come over to eat some chicken? And she brought her kid?”
“Well, she came back didn’t she?”
“Well yeah. But then you ran her off in your towel,” he said with a smirky grin.
“Good. Good for me. There are other men around, let her go find one of them.”
“Yep, that’s what you said about any girl who got anywhere near me the whole time I knew you.”
“Yep and I’m not apologizing am I? As far as I am concerned I spared you. She’d have been wasting your time.”
He gave me an eye roll so I shook my head.
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That’s a bit much.
max
[’Lord.’]
oh geez, max and that’s the tip of the iceberg.
Well, the bit much, is, is that you seem to have been dating soemone else. I can’t tell whether he intended to do something with this other girl or what, but hanging around and driving other women off when you aren’t dating him is pretty strong stuff.
max
[’Ya know?’]
No max - thanks for the judgment (NOT) but that’s not what happened.
We broke up, I dated someone, I got sick of them, I called him, we got together, slept together, decided to be together - never really wanted to be apart anyway.
I took a shower (this was the first time we saw each other so always bliss to be back together) and this girl happened to knock on the door. He answered it, I was there in a towel… she never came back although he did go to her place and return her baby’s shoes.
We broke up, I dated someone, I got sick of them, I called him, we got together, slept together, decided to be together - never really wanted to be apart anyway.
Ok. To quote the actual post:
“Yeah, we were broke up about 3 months that time,” he said. ‘You had a boyfriend up until you got sick of him and then you came looking for me.”
Reading it with no idea of the backstory, it isn’t entirely clear whether you came looking for him before or after or what.
I didn’t say anything because that is exactly what I did.
“Yeah, you had a boyfriend as always and I was trying to get a girlfriend but you know me.
You aren’t broken up with the other guy, and he’s single and looking for a girl.
You know how hard it is for me to get anyone interested in me. It’s hard. It’s a pain in the ass but I finally got that girl with the baby to come over with her kid.
Which is fine, since he’s single.
They came over and I got them some chicken. We had Church’s fried chicken. Take-out.”
I stared my jealous stare.
“Yeah so they came over and I guess they were going to come back, according to you. Because right after they came over, you came over the next day and she had left those shoes.
So you’re not dating him and you come over. Maybe.
Yep, she left her baby’s shoes and you went ape-shit. Remember that, P?”
That means one thing if you’re broken up with other guy and another if you’re not.
The former case implies you’re dating the other guy, and you’re messing with the soldier anyways; the latter case implies you’re dating the soldier and he’s messing with YOU. All of which goes with the title of the post. In the penal code of emotional manipulation, leaving some shoes behind deliberately is a traffic ticket compared to the whatever may actually be going on here, which I can’t tell, since I don’t already know the story.
Back to comment:He answered it, I was there in a towel… she never came back although he did go to her place and return her baby’s shoes.
Now that you’ve clarified it, it makes sense. And if I knew that before I started reading it, it would have then made sense that emotional manipulation would refer to the girl leaving her shoes behind, and not some deal with you screwing with him, or him screwing with you.
Unfortunately, I didn’t (and don’t) know the story, so I read it naively, and it read as if the emotional manipulation was right up front and in my face, with the leaving behind of the shoes being the catalyst and not the subject of the post.
That’s a pretty rough assumption to make, but given that I didn’t know the story in advance, that was the only conclusion I could come to, given what was written. Only if I know for sure that you’ve broken up with the other guy and you are ON with the soldier can I say, um, wait, he’s inviting some girl over while he’s dating you?
It takes some serious decomposition to get to the point where it becomes obvious that the act of leaving the shoes behind is what the post title refers to.
max
[’Dangling participle.’]
“, it would have then made sense that emotional manipulation would refer to the girl leaving her shoes behind,”
max - the title does not refer to the girl leaving the shoes. The girl in this story is irrelevant. She is someone the soldier ate chicken with.
That he led me to believe he was sleeping with her (then and more recently) is the manipulative part that was revealed.
Elsa i definately understood this about your story. Perhaps written from the Solder’s perspective, it would have sounded a bit different? Somthing like this perhaps…
…Elsa had been dating this other guy, I didn’t really know if she was still dating him or not so I invited a girl over to have some chicken with.
Thats when ELsa happens to show up one night, and boy was I happy to see her.
Mellisa* had left her daughters shoes on the counter, and when Elsa went Ape shit over it, I thought it was kinda funny.
I told her immediatly about the other girl.
I didn’t tell her exactly what the relationship was because…. maybe smirk i was hoping for more…
But now That Elsa is back , I don’t really think that other girl was at all attractive, and as for her daughters shoes, well its unfortunate that those got left out on the counter.. but what can I do?
When Mallissa* came back to collect her babys’ shoes, elsa anwered the door in her towel. I went from having no women to having two women, one half naked standing at my door, the other stareing at her crotch.
This is where i may have been manipulative, because I didn’t exactly tell Elsa what my relationship had been with the other girl…
Maybe I would have been wasting my time trying to explain myself…
Anyways the other girl never came back again, and that suits me fine.
Sorry if this is wayyy off…