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Fuck You.

July 13, 2009 · 3 Comments

Hopefully, for my own sanity’s sake, I’ll be completely over and done with these hate-filled, ridiculous blog posts some day.

But today is not one of those days.

For those that know me in real life, you are [probably] well aware that I put up with absolutely zero bullshit. Don’t even try – you will not succeed. I think that comes from all the years that I was a pushover to men. If someone liked me, paid me the slightest bit of attention, I was all mush and a fucking doormat. When my ex and I broke up, I sacked up [to use a masculine term] and started with a no-nonsense approach to men*.

When it comes to guys I encounter in my life now, do one thing wrong and you’re out. I don’t have time for your excuses, your bullshit, whatever it is. Just don’t even try to fuck with me. I’m not having it.

It’s just weird that, a year and a half after our break-up, my ex is still giving me bullshit. Sort of indirectly. But I’d really like him to disappear – poof – into the wind, never to be heard from again. Alas…this won’t happen**.

So, with no-bullshit attitude I have, even the smallest things just set me off. Hey, maybe it’s the hormones*** – but who really knows. Either way, he pissed me off tonight…and didn’t even have to try very hard.

I was reading the Facebook wall of a mutual friend of ours, and I saw the ex had recently posted something. But I couldn’t click on his name, and couldn’t see his picture – though I could still see his name and what he wrote. I know he had de-friended me back in the spring [which was really a blessing, actually], but this now meant he had blocked me. There is no way for me to search for him, message him, see our mutual friends – nothing. Not that I want to, but seriously – what was the point of him blocking me? Had I done anything wrong to him? Had I emailed or otherwise contacted him or his fiancee at any point since he told me he was engaged in January? No, I had not. I left him completely alone. HE is the one who wanted to be friends, and keep in touch, and all that bullshit. I have a feeling, though, that he got the hint that I didn’t feel the same say when he possibly read the Facebook event I made celebrating the year anniversary of me getting rid of “the douchebag toolbag ex who none of my friends and family liked anyway.” It was shortly after this event was published that I noticed we were no longer “friends.” 

Whatever. Just…fuck you, dude. FUCK YOU. I’m trying to move on with my life and not be so mad at the way you basically lead me on to think you really loved me, just to get me to move to Boston, pay half the bills, cook and clean, have sex once a week [at most - you know, whenever you wanted to], and betray me the way you did. And YOU have the gall to block ME! I’d block you back, but I don’t give a SHIT what you think about me. Hell, I’d let you see my whole fucking profile, just to make sure you know how much happier I am and how much better my life is without you.

But I’m pretty sure you already know.

One more thing: I pray to God that you won’t be moving to DC next year after you graduate, because that is my plan. If I see you around Capitol Hill, I may not be able to keep my right hook from connecting with your face. Just a heads up.

 

FOOTNOTES:
* And dating – which may be why I’m still single, almost a year and a half later. Regardless.

** …yet. He does have a serious blood disease where he basically has no immune system. So, should the apocalypse come, he’d be one of the first to die…ooh, is that too cruel?

*** I am about 5 days out from my period – and I do have a history of depression, which I believe exacerbates my PMS to a point just shy of homicidal rage towards men.

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Purge.

June 5, 2009 · 1 Comment

Confession:

Sometimes I read your blog. It’s not bookmarked in my web browser or anything, so I have to Google it. But I know the right words to enter that will lead me to your beloved site that you are oh-so proud of having.

I roll my eyes when I read those phrases that I’m sure you felt so proud of writing. Or when you use words like “interstitial” or “in medio.” I gag when I read your mention of your “fiancee.” I cringe when you talk about “kissing her longingly.” For many reasons. 

Mostly because you are a disgusting human being and you make me sick. And I feel bad for that poor girl, who is obviously under some kind of spell of yours, or is drugged daily. She could do so much better than you.

I’m glad it’s not be being mentioned in your blog anymore. I’m glad to be rid of you. Well, physically, anyway. The thoughts linger sometimes. Like now. And I Google you to find out what sort of sickening things you’re up to. And I am reminded over and over again how much better off I am. 

It’s like syrup of ipecac, really. Thoughts of you. And there are some nights when I just need to fucking purge. 

Maybe the more I do it, the less traces of you will still be with me. 

Well…one can only hope.

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More Relics.

July 10, 2008 · 1 Comment

While searching for some coin wrappers in my everything-drawer, I found a card. It was from my ex from this past Valentine’s Day. Two emo-looking people cut-outs grace the front, along with the text “I got you babe.” Inside he wrote this:

Love,

Even though the crazy people on the front look nothing like us (with their black hair…and their drugs), they convey the message true.

I love you. You are a light in my life — one that I don’t want to go without. So, I write it and say it again: I love you! I love you.

Muah — [name]

My response upon reading the card this morning: “Hmmm.”

He wrote this a mere three weeks before we broke up — before I found his little email conversation with another woman [who has since become his girlfriend] saying, “I’m not sure if I’ve ever loved anyone besides my family. I don’t know, maybe I’m just skeptical,” before I begged him to reconsider our separation, to give it another chance, and responded to my tears, “No. It’s over.” Does anyone wonder why I felt so betrayed, so fooled? He just wrote me that card, professing his love — what changed so quickly?

Maybe nothing changed. Maybe it was all lies to begin with.

But, doesn’t matter now. The past is in the past. And my present is much happier. It’s just interesting how sometimes you find traces of a former life, and the emotions those relics stir.

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