I've only saw your bits and pieces about the "fuckwaffle" (dying at that), and im baffled. Truly. Part of me wants to know the story because I literally can't comprehend what the actual fuck that was and why the hell it happened to your beautiful soul.
So i liked this guy, he and his friend both liked me but they decided (without asking my opinion) that neither of them would date me because they didn’t want to ruin their friendship (?????!!??). About a week after that, fuckwaffle asks me if I want to start seeing him under the radar of the friend. Because I was pissed that I hadn’t been involved in the original decision and because i was (idiotically) infatuated with said fuckwaffle (also he brought me roses that he’d picked himself and played me pretty guitar tunes), I was like Hellz Yeah so we went about seeing each other (often under the cover of night. and blankets) for several months.
Then he was like “yeah my counsellor says that for the sake of my depression i should stop seeing you” and I was like ?? “ok depression is a legitimate thing and if I’m contributing to that then i should step away and let you live?”
and he was like “cool beans” and then a week later was in a fb official relationship with a lady (who i have since learned is super nice) but i was full of rage and sadness (also i was almost failing french at the time and a myriad of other issues and was already depressed) and then the story came out that his counsellor had basically told him no such thing and the lady friend was the reason and there was drama but I’m over that shit now bc he’s, as stated, a colossal shit-hat.
