But if I had believed she was the solution, when she started setting boundaries, she became the problem. I interpreted waiting in line behind other customers a personal affront. Resentment grew as I felt her behavior with me become more and more stripper-like and less personal. I’d been vulnerable and now what? She wasn’t going to be vulnerable with me? How dare she. I tried and tried and tried, pushed and pushed and pushed, and even started telling her I loved her. Looking back, I can’t believe she never had me banned from the bar.
She put up with me for another month, maybe more. Then she sat me down and had “the talk.” If you have ever been obsessed with a stripper, you are familiar with this talk. It is much more humiliating than any breakup could ever hope to be. Essentially, you are
