So how is it that the guys that I want to call me don’t, yet the ones I have been trying to get rid of for YEARS still haunt me? WTF? My shitty ex from going on 14 fucking years ago, who somehow found me and my phone number and seems to think I give 2 shits about him anymore has starting texting me again. Which I guess is better than the incessant phone calls of last year. Anyway, being the asshole that he is, he never inquires how I am or anything having to do with my wellbeing. Oh wait, I stand corrected. His ‘still alive?’ text from last week I guess counts as that. When I failed to respond to him, I received a ‘I take that as a no’ text 2 days later. To which I promptly deleted and ignored that one as well.
Today I go downstairs to find this waiting for me on my phone ‘Have you figured out why David and I were so close?’ Like I give a shit why he does or did anything in his life anymore. He was and still is a very bad person with a somewhat black heart. Every time I think of him I get pissed that it took me so long to see his true colors and allowed him to take advantage of me for so long. Yeah sure, I have the ability to be a tremendous bitch, but guess what? I’m kinda not. I thought I could help him. Fix him. Ha! I couldn’t. He didn’t want help. Mine or anyone else’s. He just took whatever he wanted from people and never looked back. Until me, I guess. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I told him I was leaving. He couldn’t believe it. Total surprise. Really asshole? I don’t hate many people in this world as it’s sort of draining and not worth the effort. I push him out of my memory and try to forget that entire phase of my life. I’m not a weak woman. I don’t allow people to take advantage of me. I have a fairly accurate bullshit detector. That stupid ass saying about love being blind is apparently a little bit true. Damn it. Every time he texts me, or stalks me on FB or calls me just brings all those bad memories crashing back. Awesome.
Now keep in mind that David is his hottie friend that lives in Vegas. The one that I considered looking up when I was there last year just to see if he was as cute as I remembered. I never called him. Nor did I call him this last time I was in Vegas either. Anyway, he sends me that stupid text this morning and I’m just done. I’ve got too much shit of my own to deal with without worrying about things that mean nothing to me anymore. I want him to leave me alone. Forever. I decide I will text him back with a ‘What do you want from me? I have enough shit of my own to deal with right now without having to ponder your cryptic messages. I don’t care why you and David were so close. Are you going to tell me you were lovers? Bullshit.’ and hit send. I get a response, not 2 seconds later (why can’t good guys respond so quickly I wonder?) with a petulant ‘sorry I contacted you’. Yup, you’d think that would be the end of it, right? That I’d be done. I’d not have to deal with him anymore, right? Ha! I give it 2 weeks before he’s back to it.
Nice to know I’m so unforgettable. With dickheads. With good guys, apparently it works the opposite……….