Why do people need closure? When I was 14, my best friend was killed. I didn’t need to or want to know the details; what mattered was that she would be gone forever. When my parents asked if I wanted to know how she was killed, I immediately put my hands over my ears and ran upstairs to my room to cry my eyes out. I was becoming more and more frustrated that so many who were close to her acted as if finding out exactly how she was killed would make the situation any easier to deal with. Well, did finding out that she was gang raped and beaten to death make dealing with her loss any better?
In my opinion, breaking up does the same thing to most. For some odd reason, people just need closure. Never mind that the relationship was a complete waste of time, toxic, and left you feeling depleted and lonely. Closure seemingly makes all of the bullshit that is a failed relationship all the more worthwhile. I’ve been in a few relationships. I’ve dumped, and have been dumped. When I was dumped, I didn’t ask for closure. Hell, half of the time, I knew the relationship wouldn’t last much longer. When it did come to an end, I did my very best to appreciate the good things that I could take from the relationship, and moved on. I don’t need you to give me a laundry list of reasons why you don’t want to be romantically involved with me anymore. It amazes me that you would need or want the same from me.
You don’t want me anymore. I don’t want you anymore. Are you not an adult? Are you not aware that relationships end every single minute of every single hour of every single day? Certainly, you didn’t think that this would last forever. We weren’t legally or contractually obligated to remain in this relationship, so why question its end? Why press so hard to get answers that you don’t (trust me, darling) want to hear? What kind of sadistic masochist wants someone to tell them exactly why they’re being dumped?
Once we’re done, babe, we’re fucking done. Maybe there will be some room for some ex sex, and maybe, just maybe, there can be a Round 2. But, for God’s sake, accept the end, and whatever you do…don’t go seeking closure.
I’m a classic example of the infamous date rape…