Knowing when to cut bait.
It's a really bad analogy. I thought about saying - Knowing when to shit or get off the pot. But that would have been worse.
I ended it with LocalGuy today. Yes, I did it via a PHONE CALL because while I'm a bitch, I'm not always an asshole. Then he hung up on me and started in with the emails. While I firmly kept my assholery in check, it was not easy. He said some pretty terrible things about my character all the while trying to convince me I was wrong to end it. He is/was convinced that I fucked all his friends and at least 3/4 of his entire family all before lunch today and that's why I broke up with him. Because, you know, a whore needs to be whoring and good boys like him can be boring*. I defended myself for about 2 seconds. Then I was all, You know what, you're right, I did them all and twice on Tuesday! That, he definitely didn't like. From You Slutty McSlutSlut we went straight into the But whaaaat did I do wroooong??? And finally, when I refused for the 72nd time to give him an entire list of all his flaws, he threw his final temper tantrum. YOUR LOSS! Yep, my loss. Remind me again what I lost? He was childish and immature and had a horrible temper - all demonstrated perfectly in how he behaved today. I have no regrets. I feel good that I ended it when I did and the way I did. I was NOT the asshole. He didn't have to be either. That was his choice. I did not offer to be friends. I'm of the mind that when someone offers friendship at the end of a relationship they should actually mean it. With him, I wouldn't mean it. See the difference? I'm a bitch who doesn't want to be his friend. But I am not an asshole who makes a list of all the ways he annoyed the ever loving hell out of me. I am the master of my Assholery! Huzzah!
*Did you hear the rhyme? I am mother fucking awesome. Poetry and break-ups all while screwing the local biker club.