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[mariellabowman]

Happy Hump day!!! #dietdrama I just ate TWO donuts! !! 🍩🍩 Haha!! #humpday

[mykalwithay]

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[frombreakuptowakeup]

Day Three: Really?!?

It was Sunday and in Germany everything is closed with the exception of a handful of restaurants and cafes downtown. I spent most of the day thanking people for all of the wonderful and uplifting birthday wishes. By Sunday I was a pro at handling hangovers, since this was the third one in a row. A friend had asked me if B had wished me a happy birthday. No, he had not. Quite frankly I didn’t expect him to on account of his broken heart. Then my phone alerts me that I have received a text message. Just by the ringtone I knew who it was from. I snatched my phone from the table and saw the text message that read: “Happ Birthday”. No that was not a typo on my end folks. “He couldn’t even spell check it before sending to me?” I thought. Okay, okay he’s probably doubled over in heartbreak and has just now (after everyone and their grandma has already wished me HAPPY Birthday) mustered up the courage to write me. I replied with a simple “Thank you” and went on about my business. But then I felt like I should say something else. “How are you doing?” I wrote. Asking him how he was doing was the only thing that I wanted and could ask him without sending him mixed signals. I was genuinely concerned with his well being. I shouldn’t have opened that can of worms…About an hour or so later I receive this response: “I’ve been better for example 10 days ago when we were on the beach or last Sunday.” Well damn sorry I asked! Frankly, I didn’t have any expectation as to what his response would be. It’s his right to be upset but he’s not the only one hurting here (even though I think my previous posts state otherwise). I didn’t really have anything to say to his text so I just didn’t say anything. A few hours later, I get another text from B saying: B: “Are you home?” Me: “Yes.” B: “I’m at my parents house, in the sauna, afterwards I’m going stop by.” After minutes looking baffled at my phone thinking, what pure unmitigated audacity one must have to just assume that I’m just going to wait on your ass until you get out of the sauna, after you didn’t even ask me if you could even come by in the first place. Really, you must be kidding. I responded: Me: “I was just about to go to bed.” B: “Then I guess I won’t come.” ‘Dis foo’ ‘bout to make me go straight hood…he sitting up in his sauna acting like he’s doing ME a favor by stopping by. N****, please, get yo’ life! Okay, I’m okay now. Sorry about that folks. In conclusion I know I have to talk to him eventually, he still has my headphones AND my Xbox and I really need my Xbox so that I start doing Zumba again. I’m thinking about texting him today to maybe make arrangements to meet up, I just don’t want any drama right now and I sure as heck didn’t want any on my birthday. “No, no, no drama.” as the black eyed peas would say.