May 1
i just broke up with my boyfriend and he immediately started matching pfps with another girl :( how do i get over him
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i just broke up with my boyfriend and he immediately started matching pfps with another girl :( how do i get over him
my ex is a douche lord
actually quite decent day at work -- first time i left feeling like i have a true future there. it helps so much that my work bff is incredibly funny and every other week we have lunch together and we use a chat system to talk during the day. she is incredibly bright and hilarious so a lot of time i get to laugh out loud, i'm sure much to the chagrin of my coworkers. although two, no make that three are some of the loudest talkers i've ever encountered and i've worked with sceamers and yellers. then there's the queen bossy -- she thinks everything revolves around her. nope.
the climber tried to be fake nice, overly nice, but that bridge got blown up hard. so lesson learned -- trust my bff and absolutely no one else. there is a coworker stationed in ohio and i like her a lot too. she gets it. understands our area is normally quiet as a tomb.
i think, though, the work suits me and i am finally up-to-speed or getting there with the design program they want me to use. never gonna be a van gogh, but proficient yes. which is all good. and i got a slight bit of encouragement from my supe. so who knows? next month marks my 90-day probation period and i think, at least now, i can sail through. i get along with enough technical staff and the person that runs our group i am confident things will work out.
the toughest part of today? i got a very shitty email from my ex telling me to stop calling or texting him, only to use email. like i want to talk to him. he's blown every promise he made -- my heirloom furniture he would store for as long as needed? nope. i had to move everything to a smaller unit by my apartment and pay for it.
he would pass on his work phone when he got a free upgrade at work. nope. he said it's no longer company policy. right. whatever. i can go a long time without updating to a new iPhone.
getting my bike back? nope. he says he's waiting to borrow a truck to deliver it to me. i can kiss that promise goodbye. i'll never see that beauty again. unfortunately. i liked her a lot and she was just my speed.
the very, very worst? he absolutely, 100 percent promised to care for our two cats, but he had them both put down and dumped in an unmarked mass pet grave. that's what broke my heart in every way. i don't even know if i will recover from losing our girls. i am having dreams where i am on the edge of waking up and i can feel a cat on the bed, almost hear a meow. nope, not losing my mind.
the old me would have responded with a hateful message calling him a cat killer and telling me that he is no position to order me on anything. but, i am not going to. i think i will just block his number and delete it off my phone. i can delete his email address out of my contacts and send future communications to junk/spam. there's nothing left for us since he has broke every promise made to me.
i would be lying if i didn't want to see him as hurt as he hurt me. but the unfeeling bastard already has a live-in girlfriend and has moved on. even if i tried to explain it to anyone other than my trusted therapist, they would all say i am wasting energy on wishing him ill. so i will just continue to get rid of everything that reminds me of him.
will never see my furniture again that belonged to my parents, my girls are forever gone, and everything else promised has gone up in smoke. bye to the bike and the phone upgrade, i didn't need either.
i just pray like mad that there comes a day that i never have to think of him and he can never wound me.
My ex MiL said I was shooting myself in the foot when I got a divorce.
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With what? Penicillin?
Bwahahahahahaha!!!
This came up on my memories the other day. I had scraped an entertainment center across my leg. Happened to be when I was helping a girl move that happened to be a girl my husband at the time was developing feelings for and almost left me for. He almost talked me into having her move to Oregon with us when I was under her impression they were “just friends.” Uuuugggghhhh. Glad THAT didn’t happen.
Seriously, my ex wanting sympathy is like cruella de vil throwing a pity party because no one will give her a puppy.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I’d rather be divorced
Than stuck with you.