#exes man

[the-cinnamon-snail]

Full post on the ex thing! The entire comment section nothing taken out except usernames, i just need to know if I was in the wrong and I know I'm probably not hut i need reinforcement in my self esteem.

Blue/Teal: Me

Yellow: Ex

Purple: Ex's friend

[camm-the-cleric]

Camm why u no want touch peenie? Trauma? Abuse? Gay?

I gots dat phobia

[preathly]

[likesplatterpaint]

May Blog a Day: 16

Skipped the last two because I didn’t feel ‘em.

16. Tell us about the time you broke someone’s heart.

I dumped my first high school ex when we were 16. we’d been dating for two years, and known each other for 10 at that point. We’d always had a “we’re high school sweethearts destined for each other” vibe that was so stupid. I was into academics, he wasn’t. I was religious, he wasn’t. On and on and on.

He was suffocating, manipulative, and just didn’t jive with my friends. He’d want to be on the phone for 2.5 hours every day and I just. couldn’t. I made a pro’s and cons list. It busted him the fuck up.

We ended up dating again in college- and this time I saw he was still an asshole for not being supportive when my grandmother died. We almost got back together a third time two years later, right before I started dating Nick. Annnnnd I realized he was still with “baby mama” and noped the fuck out.

Oddly he ended up being one of the most supportive people during my life crisis of ‘13? Like...without Armano/J I might’ve done something stupid because I had so few friends nearby. A few tours in the millitary, PTSD, and seeing some serious shit turned him into a decent person. Or I hope, anyway. Over one of those long car rides in ‘13, we argued/cried together and he angrily told me we could have been friends the first time we broke up, and the second. Dude, no we couldn’t have. You wouldn’t give me space when I was screaming for it. 

He pulled some very silly, unnecessary protective/glowering shit at Mom’s funeral that Mike handled like a champ. (It helped that I went home and fucked Mike’s brains out that night, I’m told.)

We’re both married now. I’m happy. I hope for his little girl’s sake, he is. Last I talked to him...probably a year ago? Over facebook? I gave him Dad’s number to talk some serious millitary PTSD. Haven’t heard from him since. He’s probably the only ex I don’t harbor any resentment towards. Just a sort of sense of “there’s no way in hell that would have worked and I’m so glad it didn’t.”

On another note, I broke another boy’s heart by dumping him- ex numero dos- but that fucker cheated on me, so no regrets there :)

This got kinda weirdly long. We all know Nick beyond broke my heart, so, maybe, karma? Idk. Everyone always has their justifiable reasons for breakups. At least in their head.

[sashajeanelle30]

Like I know I'm being stupid but I can't help it

[sweetheartsolace]

Because *of course* the only community college in Dallas offering the class I want to take is the one *that guy* goes to. I almost don't care, but I don't want to run into him more than I have to. Dammit.

[gem-bee]

me: makes a post about how happy I am me: sees a person I don't want to see me: realizes they're a stranger and don't want to talk to me me: cries bc of the anxiety as they were once my everything

[foreverliesdead]

Yo that anon that sent me the whole delete the pictures bs is fucking dumb. I know who you are and if you want to talk to me, talk to me in person. Non of this social media bullshit. Be a woman and say it to my face.