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How to Get your Ex-Girlfriend back!
by Gypsy (StyleLife Academy)
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I couldn't make her understand. Tears were in
her eyes and a wall in her mind blocked my
logic. She didn't want me here pleading in her
living room anymore. She loved me, but she
wanted me gone. The more I stayed the more I
hurt. Yet the pain was all that I had left of
our relationship. And if I was here then I
wasn't alone yet. It delayed me facing the
emptiness, along with the sleepless nights, the
lack of appetite, the piles of laundry, the
stale air of my house from being shut in for
days and then weeks.
We had broken up before, several times to be
honest. But, this time carried with it a taste
of finality, like acid in the back of our
throats. I hated the thought of now becoming
just me, and no longer a guy with a girlfriend.
How would I do it? How would she...well, she had
that other guy, so I guess that made things
easier for her. I wouldn't be so lucky. I would
become single. I would have to call the buddies
that I neglected all too often to spend
frivolous time with her. We would have to go out
into the unwelcoming weekend nights, into the
jungles of bars and clubs of downtown Phoenix,
Tempe, and Scottsdale. We'd get drunk and roll
the dice, and always miss more than we ever hit.
I wanted to be done looking. Damn it! I didn't
want to go back out there. I didn't want to take
the lessons I learned with her and try to apply
them to a different person at a different time.
If she would just listen, I'd look past her
cheating, I had once already. But she couldn't
hear past that wall she raised upon which the
dreams of our future became tiny insignificant
bug splats.
That night ended and the lines of what I should
have said rolled through my head like an endless
scrolling LED sign. I talked to everyone I
could. I found counsel with friends and tried to
stay busy. Still she haunted me through life. I
found her hair when I washed my pillow cases. I
had to say her name when I canceled our dance
lessons. This song or that song was the one
she'd burned to a CD for me. Her MySpace said
"Single" now. The necklace she gave me burned
heart-shaped scab into my chest. The hole she
once filled was all I had left and willingly I
fell into it each day.
Eventually, I came here. I stumbled upon Neil's
book and chandeliers of ideas exploded in my
head. The question etched itself more boldly on
my brain as I turned each page: Would it all
work on her?
...
Ring
"Hello."
"Hey, it's me."
"I know."
"Pick a number between 1 and 10 but don't say
what it is."
"Um...OK."
"It's 7, right?"
"Yeah, what!? How did you..."
"I think I'm becoming psychic."
"Whatever. No you're not."
"Yeah, I went to this palm-reading lady and she
had me do this intuitive test called The Cube. I
think it made me psychic."
"Really, what was it?"
"Well, it's called The Cube and it tells you all
about yourself in a few questions. So first
question..."
I demonstrated higher value, I disqualified, I
elicited values, I showed pre-selection, I sank
neuro-linguistic programming anchors every
chance I got, and I built jealousy plotlines
like the ancient Egyptians build pyramids. To
her I became the all new attractive and exciting
model of me. We were together again, watching
movies, having dinner, taking road trips, and
screwing like rabbits might on the night before
bunny Armageddon.
Almost a perfect story, but I couldn't keep it
up forever. I had only whitewashed the exterior
of a rotting house. Inside I was still hurt and
unconfident. I juggled a good game for a few
months and then the bottom dropped out. And this
time our biting actions and burning words
scarred our memories of each other forever.
Now, many of you like I, came here for her, that
one girl that you are broken for. Often I am
asked "How do I get her back?" And yes I know
the prescription for your affliction, it's my
own design. Yet to take that pill into your
heart is to invite doom there. It is the sin of
vanity to seek to resuscitate that which has
died, to create your own relationship monster of
Frankenstein. The truth is that if you manage to
get her back it will self-destruct again.
There's too much hurt surrounding you both to
make it right.
I know this truth doesn't dispel the hurt. In
fact, it takes some hard work on your part to
move past it, but, you can make it go away
forever. There is no quick fix. You can use this
community and it's teachings to spackle over
your faults, however, this never allows you to
rebuild your house of attraction to its maximum
height. We have all the secrets you wish you
knew since you first wanted to kiss a girl
instead of just pull her ponytails. If you put
in the time and effort to truly learn, then you
become better. You can mold yourself to be the
life of the party, the guy with the girlfriend
of his dreams, the guy not afraid to approach
any woman you are attracted to.
Today, after the hurt is over I'm glad that I
had her. I'm glad that together we ripped a hole
in my heart because without it I wouldn't have
met all of you. I wouldn't have learned to be
the man I am today. So embrace the pain and make
it the fuel that lights your fire of self-
improvement. Don't go after her and re-open the
dark door of hurt, it always ends one way.
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