Bearer of Bad News
So, remember that prince charming that swept me off my feet? Well, he started dating someone else...for...sexual purposes? If that can actually stand as a reason on it’s own...but I had a feeling on my own that another female presence was in his life, and it wasn’t his mom. I ignored it for a while, because I wanted to not feel any regret in the very intimate, and private things I shared with him...which is silly, and absolutely wrong. Running from a problem only makes it harder to face as time goes on. So, I confronted him, not because I necessarily didn’t know myself already, but because he kept asking me if I was seeing anyone, after I’d reply with a confident “NO,” he’d go on to explaining that he didn’t want me seeing anyone else. Hmm. Although at first, I thought it was a way to show affection for me, after him bringing it up more than once, I start to become uneasy with the fact that he had a small guilty conscience...he said that he was indeed seeing someone, then went on to explain that we still wanted to talk to me, and that this wasn’t goodbye. He didn’t even ask, nor care what the fuck I wanted. I didn’t want to be this back-pocket chick that he tries to bang when he comes to visit his family. BITCH, lets get one thing clear, if I didn’t give it up to the first love of my life after 6 years of a psychological love game, what makes you think you’d be entitled to that after only a couple of months? I told him in the most polite way possible, that I had no interest in talking to him again, and for me, it was a goodbye. He proceeded to not respond and send me a totally irrelevant snapchat not relating to me politely telling him to fuck the fuck off. He continued to send me random snaps, I ignored each one of them, he still watches my snap stories, but I removed him from my instagram and Facebook. He had the potential to hurt me pretty bad...in my opinion, a wolf in sheep’s clothing is about 10 million  times worse than a wolf. Wolves not dressed to deceive are already expected to do harm...like my ex, he was honest about what kind of a man he was...yet, I made the decision to continue until I had enough torture and cut it off. This most recent guy was dressed as a sheep, with a wolf’s intent. Beware, for those are the worst.Â
