So I told you the cheater friended me on snap. And I added him back… and then I waited and waited. I wondered to myself, J – What’s the end game here? He leaves her comes back to me and we live happily ever after. And raise their love child? Somehow I fucking doubt it.I thought I could wait him out. Make him be he first to contact. Tell me how much he sucked and was sorry and he misses me. And then I could reject him for once. But I didn’t even last a week. I drank too much on Sunday. Yes Sunday. Then I messaged him…. remember when I said don’t call him. Or text him. Or do anything inappropriate…. well I did. So….
He didn’t respond. And I’m just more fucking pissed off. Pissed at me mainly. Get it together J. Pull your head out of your ass and stop doing stupid shit. Ultimately it did everything I told you it would. Embarrassed yourself and made you look like an ass. I really should start taking my own advice.
It also destroyed my I don’t give a fuck about you anymore persona. Turns out those feelings I thought I didn’t have anymore… I still do. And even worse, I don’t want or need him back. He is a lying, cheating skeezball who said awful things to me the last time we spoke early June. So wtf is wrong with me?!
Seriously… I am better off. So what did I think would happen? That he would come running back? And even if he did, why the hell should I just welcome him back with open arms???? He cheated on me. Lied to my face repeatedly. And knocked up another chick while we were exclusive. So how am I still the asshole here?
I know that answer. Because I care and he doesn’t. He didn’t apologize then. He won’t now. And even if he does, sorry doesn’t fix a pregnancy. He doesn’t deserve my interaction anymore. And I deserve way better.
I don’t want to go back to that crazy girl I’ve been. The new me is awesome. She doesn’t cry all the time, she isn’t paranoid all the time, she doesn’t take shit from anyone. So I def don’t need some shitty man that brings out the worst parts of me.
I thought I could just let him watch my awesome life through the distorted lens of Snapchat and not care. But I’m not over it yet, clearly. That’s why when he didn’t respond I resorted back to my bitchy, crazy self. After months of no contact I let myself down. And now I feel exactly how I told you I would, like an asshole.
So friends, I beg of you. Don’t call him. And when your friend wants to call her ex, take her phone and her drink. Slap her. Just kidding don’t slap her. And friends, if you do backslide, give yourself a break. You are still awesome. You just had a little set back. So put that fool back on block. [clickToTweet tweet=”In the wise words of Queen Bey, tell him boy bye.” quote=”In the wise words of Queen Bey, tell him boy bye.”]
Any one else accidentally allow their exes back onto social media? And by accidentally I mean, not accidental at all…
