Air the Dirty Laundry

Dara Debus, sometimes misspelled Dara Dubus. Pronounced Dar-a by her "Cool Friends" but generally pronounced like Tara, but with a D. She is 25 years old, brown hair, brown eyes that sometimes change color if you pay attention. Maybe 5' 6" tall, weight varies and hidden well. Tiny features, small slender hands, arms, legs. Cute lil bump about half inch past the bridge of her nose.

I'm not going to post her employment or the whereabouts she lives - I don't want to see her hounded. I will not approve of any posts that disclose locational information. Phoenix, MD in the little town of Jacksonville is good enough.

If she was confronted about this blog, her first response would be that maybe this isn't the right Dara. Her second response would be to identify me, bash me, how bad and abusive and unreasonable of a boyfriend I was - even after attempting to stand by her through something that was so painful for me. But if you read on, you may be able to assert your own opinion.

I'm not one to promote disclosing, announcing, broadcasting my problems and feelings on the internet. However there were a series of events that started a bit over a year ago that I still struggle to get over and can not work them out with Dara.

Not to clear about her opinion on this blog if she were to run across it. She has stated what she has done to me is, "No big deal!" So perhaps it will be no big deal posting something she considers, "No big deal!" - my troubles and humiliation she put me through.

I have given careful thought to what I don't want this blog to be. This is not a ring to torment the girl - reiterate her current or previous reputations she has established in her little town of Jacksonville. A converging spot where information can be shared between ex's - perhaps this will free me from my pain.

Perhaps future boyfriends when they feel like they are being taken advantage of can obtain more information - she swears on everything she has and owns she is still a virgin or she is not messing around. Turning her family and attempting to turn your family, and child against you to prove a lie. Crying, screaming putting on a very convincing act - that convinces through the time spent with her, and the moment you leave a dreadful haunting feeling overwhelms you: you know something is very very wrong.

My friends and I had an awesome cleaning party, put the brushes down and drank till we dropped. I need to shake this hang-over, make them breakfast, and fill my end of the deal: digging all 3 of them out of the snow so we can all continue our daily grind. I love the snow, and the unity and awesomeness it brings... the cool things you can do with it, slide on it at high speeds, mold it, shape it... even if I have to move 180 cubic feet of snow after clearing a walk to the cars! We need more snowcations!