Fuck my Ex!

We dated for 5 long months, and I first asked her out on our field trip to Disneyland. I sang to her in front of the Castle and asked her to prom at the happiest place on Earth. I thought this relationship wasn’t gonna end. Yet here I am, 5 months later, angry and bitter. She broke up with me a few weeks ago, and like a lot of our fights, it was some truly petty bullshit. She had called me the night before saying she had a surprise for me, and she asked if I could show up early to school. I said maybe because traffic’s always bad on Thursdays, and I sent her a text saying I probably won’t make it in time. Before I knew it, I rolled into the parking lot 5 minutes before the late bell, and she wasn’t responding to my phone calls. I had a friend of mine call her and ask where she is. She told him she was in the 1000 building, so I rushed through the entire fucking building and didn’t find her. I sent her texts and called at least 3 times. When I finally found her again, she was pissed (as always), and I apologized. Sorry just wasn’t good enough, so the day rolled on and we weren’t talking. The last class of the day which we had together, we sat down and talked. She was mad because there’s all these events that she wants to spend time with me, and apparently I’m never there. She brought up Senior sunrise, but obviously I wasn’t going to drive around WITHOUT MY FUCKING WALLET.Not to mention, she’s way too fucking busy to even have a relationship! She works Mon-Wed as a babysitter, she works Thurs & Fri at school, and Sat-Sun she’s at her old job at the mall. I asked her if I was an asset or a liability. She didn’t know what either of those meant, and after I explained it to her, she said I’m still a nice guy. The conversation would continue to escalate until she finally had enough and said: “Enjoy being single!” Then she walked out of the class room and ditched class. The next day she acted as if nothing was wrong, and the past 5 months of our relationship had never happened. Like we were just best friends again. It was awkward and made me extremely uncomfortable, so later that night I put a stop to it, and now we’re not talking. Good fucking riddance. Stupid shit we’ve fought over: My hats and saying please/thank you, wanting to go for a run in different directions, and this one about being late. The only thing that actually was important in a disagreement was how she cheated on me and ate out another woman while drunk. Funniest part about this is how my friend told me, if you love her, you’ll forgive her. So I did, and a few weeks later I told her I loved her. She would soon say she loved me back, but it’s obvious now she didn’t fucking mean it. She probably doesn’t understand to this day, that I resent the shit out of her, because she’s overdramatic and makes a mountain out of a god damned mole-hill. In 100 years, it wouldn’t fucking matter, but she just always had to be right. If it’s over, it’s over, and that’s not my problem. It’s not all my fault, she fucked with my heart. It was never meant to be.

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