The Drama Llama is Back
Well, I suppose I could elaborate a little bit on my last entry.
For a few weeks now I've been talking to Scott again. Save the bitching at me, because I don't want to hear it. I've gotten it enough from people around here already. I was supposed to go to Orlando on Saturday to do a little bit of Christmas shopping at Downtown Disney, and he was going to meet me down there. Like no big suprise, he called the day before to cancel. The problem was that I was in the car with my sister when it happened. I responded with most of his comments about not being able to go with "Uh huh" "Sure" and "Okay..." He told me to call him later and I said I would, even though I had no intention of calling him again. I wanted to give him a taste of what I went through on and off for almost five years. As I was about to hang up, my sister yelled "Bye Asshole" which, of course, he heard. He then proceeded to call back, which I ignored, and then went inside the store that me and my sister were at. I got back out to the car and checked my cell phone - 8 missed calls, 3 voicemails, and 2 text message. Give me a break. Take a hint.
The first voicemail was basically "I'm pretty sure I heard Bye Asshole when I was hanging up, and now you're not answering your phone so..."
The second voicemail was "You know what, fuck it. I'm not gonna deal with this anymore. Don't call me, don't email me whatever." blah blah blah. Done.
The third voicemail actually ended up just being an old message that I hadn't listened to yet.
Then I got to the text messages. The first one was just "You know what...fuck it." and then the second one was exactly what I posted before. "I'm so glad I never slept with you because then I would've felt dirty."
Well, that's it. That's probably the final straw that needed to be pulled. That's the one thing that's never happened in the almost 5 years we were together on and off...he's never insulted me. Yes, I'm hurt by the whole thing...and I know I live by no regrets, but I definately regret wasting almost a quarter of my life wrapped up on this douchebag. But hey, you live and you learn.
For a few weeks now I've been talking to Scott again. Save the bitching at me, because I don't want to hear it. I've gotten it enough from people around here already. I was supposed to go to Orlando on Saturday to do a little bit of Christmas shopping at Downtown Disney, and he was going to meet me down there. Like no big suprise, he called the day before to cancel. The problem was that I was in the car with my sister when it happened. I responded with most of his comments about not being able to go with "Uh huh" "Sure" and "Okay..." He told me to call him later and I said I would, even though I had no intention of calling him again. I wanted to give him a taste of what I went through on and off for almost five years. As I was about to hang up, my sister yelled "Bye Asshole" which, of course, he heard. He then proceeded to call back, which I ignored, and then went inside the store that me and my sister were at. I got back out to the car and checked my cell phone - 8 missed calls, 3 voicemails, and 2 text message. Give me a break. Take a hint.
The first voicemail was basically "I'm pretty sure I heard Bye Asshole when I was hanging up, and now you're not answering your phone so..."
The second voicemail was "You know what, fuck it. I'm not gonna deal with this anymore. Don't call me, don't email me whatever." blah blah blah. Done.
The third voicemail actually ended up just being an old message that I hadn't listened to yet.
Then I got to the text messages. The first one was just "You know what...fuck it." and then the second one was exactly what I posted before. "I'm so glad I never slept with you because then I would've felt dirty."
Well, that's it. That's probably the final straw that needed to be pulled. That's the one thing that's never happened in the almost 5 years we were together on and off...he's never insulted me. Yes, I'm hurt by the whole thing...and I know I live by no regrets, but I definately regret wasting almost a quarter of my life wrapped up on this douchebag. But hey, you live and you learn.