It's funny how girls can still manage to rip your spleen and kidneys out, even if you're not going out with them anymore. Being in a relationship, I think a person is fully prepared for that. Or would like to think so. But once that relationship ends, and you find your body parts removed from your chest cavity after "here and there" conversations with that ex, it definitely bites.
So my ex somehow manages to squeeze out a bit of info for my benefit last Sunday. Just two days after we broke up. I loved how she said it too. "Oh by the way, I'm with so-and-so now" As if I really wanted to know this, you cheating bizatch. Convenient that she's dating someone not even a day after we parted ways. (she saw him the day before). "Oh, it was out of the blue and I wasn't expecting it! And since we weren't going out anymore, why not? I don't need time to get over it like you do."
Wow.
Cold, and calculated.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Urgh, Another "Boo-hoo! I'm so sad" Blog
Well, not really. Sure, I'm a little ticked and upset. Ending a three-year-ish relationship (well, actually I was the one who was told off) is painful and stressful, but I might as well have some fun with it. Poke some fun at the situation, maybe? Poke fun at myself for sure.
I'm sure no one really cares about some random guys' relationship woes, but I don't really want to complain about that crap. I think a good way to deal with the poop she put me through over the past few months instead of coming clean is to poke fun at it (while others can relate their own experiences, of course). Definitely how naive I was, and how freaking stupid I was! And probably still am!
Here are some statistics:
Start Date: August 22, 2005
Break-up Date: March 7th, 2008
Time Displacement: 2 years, 6 months, and some odd days
Times I've Cried About It/Her: 3
Meals I've Eaten: 1 (it wasn't big)
Hours of TV I've Watched: roughly 4-6
Hours Spend with Other People (Friends/Family): 2
People I've Called About This Series of Events: 11
I'm sure no one really cares about some random guys' relationship woes, but I don't really want to complain about that crap. I think a good way to deal with the poop she put me through over the past few months instead of coming clean is to poke fun at it (while others can relate their own experiences, of course). Definitely how naive I was, and how freaking stupid I was! And probably still am!
Here are some statistics:
Start Date: August 22, 2005
Break-up Date: March 7th, 2008
Time Displacement: 2 years, 6 months, and some odd days
Times I've Cried About It/Her: 3
Meals I've Eaten: 1 (it wasn't big)
Hours of TV I've Watched: roughly 4-6
Hours Spend with Other People (Friends/Family): 2
People I've Called About This Series of Events: 11
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