Expressing oneself

Pretentious sod.   Why couldn’t he just say ‘We’re finished, I don’t want to see you any more, I don’t think this is working out’ or some such thing?   The usual phrases.  
I know why – because he regards them as ‘terribly clichéd’ and wants to make out he’s a cut above all those sort of people, the ‘vocabulary-challenged’ he says.   Talks as if he’s swallowed a dictionary most of the time, not realising what a prat he sounds – he obviously doesn’t know that his mouth gives that nasty little marble-chewing twist each time, just before he pronounces, pontificates ... comes out with whichever of the six words he set himself to learn the night before.  
Ha!   He thinks I don’t know that, but then he thinks that nice people don’t go scrabbling (Scrabble – that’s another bloody thing!), don’t go scrabbling around in other people’s private drawers and cupboards, don’t read other people’s letters and diaries and notebooks.
Pity he didn’t realise sooner that a) I’m not a nice person and b) I’d got pissed off with him long before he got tired of me.   But I wanted to find out which of the phrases he’d choose to finish it with.   He had a list – a dozen to start with, then he whittled them down and then had a short list of three.   I have to say that telling me I was ‘merely a splash in the river of experience’ wasn’t one of my favourites.   Which is why I kicked him,   Right where it hurts.