|Published December 01, 2008.|
No. No, for the hundredth time, I do not want to be your friend. You chose to end it.
You made that decision.
Youre a nice guy and all, but you took my family away from me. You took the one stable woman your son has ever known out of his life. That alone makes me question your parenting. The fact that only two months after I left you all buy had another (less attractive, less intelligent, less educated, personality of a dishrag) woman all but moved in make me question just about everything about you.
And ex-boyfriend, it just doesnt make sense. Youre smart, I know you want the best for your son, and youre a good man. Why this sudden bout of retardation?
So, ex-boyfriend, to recap- no I dont want to chat. No, I dont really want to fill you in on whats new with me. You dont get to be involved in my life now- that was the choice you made when you decided, for me, that I wouldnt be happy with you.
You dont get to call me up to chat about your day now. I havent seen you in the five months its been since I moved out. You dont know where I live now. I dont leave my return address on anything I mail your son. I still see your family, but they dont know my address.
Please, ex-boyfriend, stop calling/ texting/ msn-ing/ whatever-ing. You used to be the guy who picked up the pieces and put them back together for me. You stepped out of that role when you ended our relationship. This time I did it alone, and I liked it. Im proud of me. You tore my heart out and Im the one who put the thing back in there properly.
So again, once more: No, I dont want to be your friend. I dont hate you, I dont hate your new lady friend, I miss your kid like cazy, but I dont want to be your friend. I cant bear to watch you let yourself sink so far beneath what I know is there.
Also- you may want to rethink your choice in lady friend. Your friends are worried because you dont seem as happy now.
And your new hair? Its silly. It helped me not FB stalk you, so thanks for that.