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when you hear about the ex
so i had my nephews over last night they are the father of my childrens sisters kids the ex better known as. we’ve been apart a year but my nephews feel like their suffering because their uncles new partner has ruined their family he’s changed dramtically from being a family man to pushing everyone away who is important to him for her shes a real arsehole
You know how I knew
that I didn't want to be with him? Simple. I didn't watch certain tv shows that I usually watched when he was around. That, and the fact that he was a horrible person. I guess there were little signs along that way that should have shouted "he's not for you," but I didn't care to recognize them. Now I look for them in everybody. Family, friends (old and new), potentials. He never saw me in my glasses (rare that anyone does), he didn't know my favorite music even though he thought he did, didn't know my whole sense of humor: the parts that I didn't share, didn't know my favorite food, didn't know that I read every Harry Potter book and have seen every HP movie that came out. It sounds like I was really insecure or not fully comfortable, but I wasn't either of those things. I just didn't care to share those kinds of things with him. Things that I thought he wouldn't understand. It's not that I was afraid of him not understanding, I just didn't care to make the effort to even see if he understood or not. That's how I knew. I want to have relationships, whether just friends or not, where I feel that I should make an effort to see if the other understands or not. It may seem like I wasn't myself, but I was.. he saw me without make up all the time, saw me in sweats, and has seen me literally breaking a sweat, he saw my bad sides/sad sides/happy sides. He knew how to make me laugh, how to make me cry. But he wasn't my friend. He was an 'in a relationship.' That's all. It's funny to think back to why I even tried to fight for something I knew I didn't want the first time. I guess I realized I was fighting against myself, not fighting for him. So yeah that's why it was easy to let go when it came down to it. I knew.
