oh my god, you KNOW her?

Today, just when I thought the world couldn’t get any smaller, it did.

My co-workers and I were talking about how I broke up with my ex [what a disaster] and they asked where’s that GEM living now?

“Oh, who is he living OFF of? A nice girl named ------. She went to Cornell… she seems fantastic.”

yes, he is the angry emoji.  

And then my friend’s jaw dropped.

Turns out they went to high school together.  Since she’s a good friend to me, she assured me I’m prettier and better and all of the above… girl code, ya know. That’s not my point. None of that actually MATTERS.

What struck me to write today is the fact that a few weeks ago, my ex started texting me. I’ll share with you the short version.

I stand my ground that I didn’t cave in, or think we were going to get back together [nor do I WANT TO]. I was short with him. Passive. Uninterested. He did convince me to agree to meet up with him later that week. I agreed, because we had said we would meet to get “closure” a few times in the past and both of us bailed on each other, for various reasons. Mine being that I didn’t think anything he could say could possibly “fix” anything. We had both moved on, we were both seemingly happy, and there’s no reason to dig up the past. However, I did not want these to become a reoccurring exchange. I figured that if I agreed to meet, we could tie up loose ends, once and for all.

I kept my distance… this all happened into the late hours of Saturday night. It wasn’t until Tuesday when we were supposed to meet that I got out of work, got home, and decided to call him. I wasn’t going to text back and forth or wait to see if he ignored me and changed his mind. Actually dialing his number was the most aggressive approach I could really take to just get it over with.

THAT LITTLE PRICK BLOCKED MY NUMBER.

Mind you, we’ve been split up since December. That’s NINE MONTHS of being apart; hardly speaking and choosing to look the other way when we saw each other in public. During the course of those nine months, way back in January or so, I was infuriated with the amount of money that he owed me and continued to spend on his new girlfriend, new clothes, trips to places we had been together (that I paid for when we went). Clearly I was sour about it, but the bottom line was I wanted my money. To this day I am working two jobs to pay off someone else’s debt. It’s my fault for trusting him and choosing to help him, but regardless, it bit me in the ass and I’m allowed to be annoyed about it every once in awhile.

Well, in my attempts to chase him for money VIA text and voicemail, he blocked my number. Which was for the best. However, one day he started texting me. This means he made an effort to block my number, then unblock it and contact me on a pretty consistent basis, and then proceed to tell me he misses me and needs to see me, and then BLOCK MY NUMBER again. If anyone should be blocking anything, SHOULDN’T IT BE ME?  

There is no one on the planet who gets under my skin more than this kid.  But I have been pretty successful with not letting him get to me since I broke up with him.  I had a pathetic, rough month after the initial break up.  I felt hopeless... I am the one who ended it, but if you didn't know this already, girls want you to put up a fight for them.  And he did.  But then he stopped and I was a basketcase.  I invested a lot in this relationship.  In fact, the break up involved me taking all of his stuff out of the moving truck we had packed to move into our new apartment THE NEXT DAY.  It was a game time decision.  I had my reasons and knew that last minute was certainly better than never.

Back to the phone number thing.  Does it make any sense to you yet?  Because the only reason I can come up with is that he got in over his head.  I'd like to say he knew that he'd be in deep with his girlfriend if she saw what he had been saying, or that she made him cut all ways of contact with me.  That would require the girl having balls, a back bone, some dignity or self-respect... to think she is worthy of a guy who is committed to her, but able to forgive this mistake.  She may be crazy, but at least she'd be confident.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's safe to say that she lacks all those qualities.

Here's where I made another game time decision.  Maybe not the best one, but not one that I regret.  I wasted about 15 minutes of my night (okay, that's the part that I regret) and took screen shots of everything he said to me.  THE WHOLE CONVO.  Obsessive, maybe... but this needed to be in black and white, with no room for interpretation.  I sent them all to her on Facebook.  [Oh, the drama on Facebook, I know, I know.]  All that I included in the message was "here ya go" with the screen shots.

no future with her.  SHE'S LUCKY.

That was it.  I needed to walk away.  Whatever came of her seeing the messages wouldn't affect me.  I didn't care to know.  Their relationship ending or a fight occurring or ANYTHING would have no direct affect on me, so I didn't care what came of it.  His hardships don't bring me happiness.  I don't think he deserves much, but where would I be if he had any impact on me, nine months later?  What kind of person would I be if I thrived on that?  No one I want to be.

Except then I got to thinking.  What do you expect?  If she read it, I didn't really want her to reply.  I would respect her more if she just took it for what it was worth. We don't even know each other, we didn't need to talk or argue.  But what if she didn't even see it?  For all the trouble he has put me through, I needed to do this.  Call it immature, call it crazy, I don't care.  It was nothing compared to the constant battles I faced while dating him. 

So of course I resent it.  "I was concerned you didn't see this :)."  I know, what a BITCH.  Who cares.

the happy couple

DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID?  Made her profile picture one of them.  She must be DAMN PROUD to be dating a guy who said he has no future with her and thinks about me everyday.  

"I wish I wasn't single, I'm SO lonely and pathetic that I wish I had a boyfriend who told other girls he still loved them and knows he made the wrong choices!  I HAVE TO GET MYSELF ONE OF THOSE SO I CAN CHANGE MY PROFILE PICTURE ASAP."

Yep.  BITCHES ARE CRAZY.  He's your problem now, sweetcheeks.