The EX speaks
EX wrote to me. Again. Apparently, his parents haven't bothered to confront EX with all the stuff I said--because it was a many-page missive updating me on all the "others." This letter is playing the "everything is so happy and wonderful" card. So many happy stories. See? Tempt, tempt. Everything's happy here! Really! See? And he writes that he is making all sorts of progress on his's life--progress that I'm willing to bet won't hold up to any kind of scrutiny.
Whatev.
I wish EX would just go away. He did remind me that I "promised" to give him "a year" to prove himself in. He thinks I'm waiting for him. That I'm coming back to him.
Fat. Fucking. Chance.
God, I'm so sick of this. I hate seeing his return address. His handwriting makes me nauseous. His very existance is the bane of my own.
Go away. Please. Leave me alone. My life is full and happy without you. For the love of God, just let me go. Leave me the fuck alone.
At least this letter wasn't a major guilt trip. EX's playing on "remember the good times" instead of "feel bad, you soulkilling bitch."
I don't regret ending that relationship. I wish I'd ended it sooner.
Actually, I'll quote one of Mardo's songs for this--it sums it up so well.
It's not open, not up in the air/It's not civil, but really, who cares/I love knowing you'll never retrun/and the sweet sweet freedom I've earned.
(from "Civil")
Whatev.
I wish EX would just go away. He did remind me that I "promised" to give him "a year" to prove himself in. He thinks I'm waiting for him. That I'm coming back to him.
Fat. Fucking. Chance.
God, I'm so sick of this. I hate seeing his return address. His handwriting makes me nauseous. His very existance is the bane of my own.
Go away. Please. Leave me alone. My life is full and happy without you. For the love of God, just let me go. Leave me the fuck alone.
At least this letter wasn't a major guilt trip. EX's playing on "remember the good times" instead of "feel bad, you soulkilling bitch."
I don't regret ending that relationship. I wish I'd ended it sooner.
Actually, I'll quote one of Mardo's songs for this--it sums it up so well.
It's not open, not up in the air/It's not civil, but really, who cares/I love knowing you'll never retrun/and the sweet sweet freedom I've earned.
(from "Civil")