#ex-whatever

[secondhand-sheep-shack]

I dozed off

My phone made noise. I look at it. Instantly wish to ignore the message and go back to sleep.

Dear fuckweasel. Fuck off.

Sincerely, your ex wife.

Really Facebook? Really? I had him blocked. Now he's sending out shit wish lists for his fucking birthday. And to me...of all people.

I should pack the stun gun in my hoodie if this is how my Thursday is going to go.

Jesus Christ on a flaming rocket powered toboggan. I have no desire to interact with that putz ever again and flailbook now wants me to follow him and send him a motherfucking birthday gift.

Holy fuck no.

[secondhand-sheep-shack]

Grrr.

I've tried everything I can to move on. And I can't when everyone on here that I'm mutuals with are now apparently good friends with or mutuals of my ex...who DESPISED this site when I was still living with him.

I'm either going to have to delete and start new, delete and leave entirely... Or unfollow half of my mutuals because it nauseates me to see his bullshit pop up as something people reblog like he's some sort of innocent cupcake or something.

But frankly I shouldn't have to give up something I enjoy just because he's an obnoxious prick.

[lochnessa-monster]

So, tonight was interesting.

For a while I was fucking livid, and now I'm oddly at peace. I can honestly say I'm proud of myself for how far I've come, particularly in the past year. I've changed in a lot of good ways. I have so much to say but I just can't really string words together properly right now so maybe we'll give it a go another time.

[always-stay-real]