Background Noise
We bonded over music. Too bad I felt like background noise.
Most Anger Doesn’t Last Forever
Yours?I know you will remain angry with me for all eternity, but I miss that part of you that was my friend. My genuine, authentic friend that I talked with for hours.
Hearing stories about you visiting town and your drunk high self makes me so glad we broke up. You did me a major favor by breaking my heart for that becca girl. You are such a loser and a mooch living off your family and friends. I hope you get what you deserve and K realizes you bumming on her couch isn’t as fun as your brief visits. So f—- you and your selfish self. Let her have your cheating ass, she’s a dumb broad if she thinks you won’t do it to her too. But if it weren’t for you and becca, I wouldn’t know or be marrying C. So thank you for being such a f—k up.
Ramble ramble
As you know, I am so happily engaged to a wonderful man. Probably the best man I know outside of my family. In the spirit of that, I ended a friendship of three years. Now, this friendship was a good one when it began. It turned into a relationship that I thought was a good one as well. I was blissfully happy flying to a whole other state for someone that I thought cared and respected me. Boy was I wrong. I didn’t know he had been talking to other women during our relationship. I got dumped by this person via text message while shopping for a dress to wear to his friends wedding. Did I mention he dumped me les than a week after I got back from a trip that I paid for to see him? Anyway, I got dumped for someone else. Now, I could maybe understand the shadiness of it if it was someone in his town. No, it was someone in Austin. All of a sudden his inability to get away from his ailing grandfather’s bedside was no longer keeping him back. He flew to Texas to see new girl every month. Then, funny enough, she dumped him in the exact same manner. Did I feel sorry for him? Not one bit. Yes, I am sorry he got hurt. I hate anyone getting hurt. But karma bit him in the ass. It didn’t stop though. He still could fly to Texas to see yet another woman. The woman I suspected was more than a friend all along. In fact, he’s now sponguing off this girl in Ft. Worth. Let me back track. When he got dumped, he started talking to me again. I think he expected the same friendship. And it wasn’t. Maybe I too was expecting to just ignore all that happened and be the best friends. We weren’t, we aren’t, and we never will be. A year ago we started talking again. And today I have cut ties with him. I am heartbroken for some reason, and also free at the same time. I think it’s just the realization that I was used. Pretty hardcore. And he continued to use me. He cried about his ex dumping him. Called me when I was next to my fiance at 2am because his grandfather died two weeks prior to that. I didn’t get any kind of comfort when my grandma died. Except from Natalie and my fiance. I have never thought about just how shitty this now prior friend treated me. Then I met Chris and he started to help me see just how it is. It’s brutally honest and I hate admitting it to myself. But there it is. In black and white. I got played. I got hurt worse than I could have imagined. And this time, I ended shit on MY terms. And trust me, I am way better off and have the much better life than he. After all, I am marrying my best friend and soulmate in 10 months!
Seasonal
Remember how you wanted to marry me in April and cheated on me in August? I hate the change of seasons.
Deck those Walls
Will you be decorating the walls you built around yourself for Christmas? Maybe some icicle lights would make them look less gloomy.
Until We Weren’t
The hardest part about this is that I don’t even know what went wrong. We were having a lot of fun until we weren’t.
Big Advice
You call me because my opinion and advice still matter to you. More than I matter to you.
TITF 11/6/11
an extra housr!
