I, like her, just don’t understand people sometimes. Especially people around my age. Especially when it comes to him.

How the hell does this make me a “malicious, two-faced, conniving” bitch? How the hell does it mean that I haven’t forgiven and moved on, letting go of the past? Where the hell do people come off telling me how to feel about MY exes? Even my parents don’t do that – and hell, my mother ocassionally complains about my ex because you know what? He was rude to her and he was BAD for me – her daughter. Mothers being who they are are protective. No matter how old their little girls may be.

“You shouldn’t complain about your ex. It’s in the past already la.”
Can you tell me why is it that I can bitch about stupid, idiotic drivers who make my day driving to and back from work terrible BUT I can’t bitch about my stupid, idiotic exes?

WHY, goddamnit, am I not allowed to complain about stuff? Why am I not allowed to complain about the man who broke my heart? WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE MAN I ONCE LOVED but hate now?

Just think about that.

Did you think that I would bitch about him if he treated me good? If he loved me as much as I loved him? If we parted because of real indifferences and mutual agreement? If he didn’t betrayed me and left me to fend for myself when it came to his sister taking it out on me? If he didn’t gave away my bloody stuff even though I asked him to send it back to me (and pay him for it)?

DID YOU, for once, EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IF HE HAD REALLY TREATED ME GOOD? No you didn’t. You just assumed. And for your information, when you assume, you make an asshole out of you and me. In this case, it’s just you.

By the way…

Did you ever see me talk bad about my second ex? Did you ever see me utter a complain about him? Or even his name? Did you ever wonder why? Could it be because he treated me good? That we are really friends? That when people look at us hanging out together, laughing, they cannot believe that we used to date?

“This isn’t about what he does. It’s about you. Your behaviour. Your actions.”
Please. It’s okay for my ex to bitch about me to his sister, his friends and maybe even his family – and I know he does complain ( he would probably term it as “seeking for advice” ) BUT it’s not okay for me to do the same? This is just silly, man. All this time, we seek gender equality but when a woman bitches about her ex, she’s still in love with him. If a man does it, it’s because he has a valid reason. WTF.

“You already have a boyfriend. Why are you doing this?”
Yes, I have a boyfriend. I love him – to bits actually. He makes me happy. He is good for me. But you know what? Ocassionally people complain about the stupid pricks and bitches that step into and linger in our lives. Telling me that I have a man already is not a good enough reason for me to discount the horrible fact that I have to live in the same state, country, continent, planet, and universe with those idiotic, arrogant people.

“You have yet to forgive him and move on with your life.”
I’ll come out and be honest. I AM NO SAINT and I admit to being fallible. But I will not lie and tell you that I forgot all the shyet I had to go through.

I may have forgiven him for giving my books, electrical stuff and clothes away to the Salvation Army (even though I told him to send them back – the books at least). I may have forgiven him for turning around and blaming me for his decision in cutting off ties with his girl best friend. I may have forgiven him for calling me names throughout our relationship. I may have forgiven him for accusing me of being a pushover when it cames to solving problems (his style is the caveman way – hide and forget all about it the next day). I may have forgiven him for siding with his sister and blaming me when she got upset and bitched about me. I may have forgiven him for hurting me over and over again through the relationship, and for many other things.

But I can never forget. Why?

Because that’s how I learn.

“Why do you want to seek revenge la? It’s so silly.”
Can you tell me why is it perfectly normal for me to wish a stupid, idiotic driver to go bang his car into a tiang BUT I can’t wish my ex for him to feel what I felt, to go through what I went through – the pain and suffering?

Did you ever ask yourself what I felt like after writing this post? What I did? No you didn’t. You just assumed. Again.

So should I even bother telling you? Should I tell you that I prayed for God’s blessings in my ex’s life…as well as for his sister and best friend? Should I tell you that I asked for God’s forgiveness for taking joy in the fact that He saw to my revenge?

Would you understand if I told you in the first place? Don’t think so.

“Why do you have to put it up on your blog? It’s so…childish.”
Mahhaiah. Did you people read the bloody disclaimer? You know…the part where it says:

It means that if you came here hoping to get some cheap thrill from bombarding me about how narrow-minded or silly I am for thinking in a certain way, bear this in mind. It’s my point of view and in no way represents any organization or any other persons – famous or otherwise. Also, it is not my fault if you choose to get hurt, angry, flamboyant or hiffy when reading my blog.

I have told people time and time again that life is too short to get upset over an Internet post. Especially if it’s a rant. And I’ll say it now again.

If this post has no bearing on your real life, if it doesn’t pay your salary, or will cause you to catch a disease or something like that, THEN WHY ARE YOU getting all hissy over it? If I think it’s the truth and you don’t, then leave it be. Different people, different strokes, different thoughts, different feelings. Accept it and move on. Accept the fact that people hate you. That people will BITCH about you. AND there is nothing else you can do about it.

To you-know-who-you-are:

Now fuck off.