So. My ex tried to get back with me yesterday. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider it. For two seconds. I am carrying his baby. But the mental and emotional abuse I’ve endured by this man was enough to break me and make me stay in the house depressed and sleeping for over a month. But I was getting better, and of course he felt that and had to fuck it up.
I relapsed into a version of myself I’ve been trying to kill. I made an Instagram account, uploaded all the proof I had of this man’s manipulative ways, tagged his family and watched shit unfold. All in less than 24 hours.
He then commented on the photos that I was a crazy bitch, a liar and everything you can say about a person, all the while messaging me at the same time on WhatsApp saying he wants to work on us.
He told me he met someone, but proceeded to say it’s not going anywhere. And then came questions about who I’ve been fucking. Which is what I imagine he was telling his ex (who I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still in the mix) when we were together.
So what’d I do? I found the girl and showed her everything. He cheated on me, left me with a baby, and then tried to move on with a woman with two kids. Prince Charming over here.
He then called me a little while ago and told me that he “didn’t mean” that he wanted to get back with me, he meant that he wanted to be friends. When the proof is right there. More games. I found out that in these couple months he’s froze me out, he lost his front teeth, and got hit by a cab.
I am glad to say that after that phone call, I felt absolutely nothing. Not even numbness, I just felt like as if I hadn’t spoken to him at all. I’m growing.
Karma works overtime, and it’s not done yet.