I’ve been thinking more about the stupid ex than I should.
I hate it.
Maybe there is a reason to the dark, gloomy weather brewing outside my office.
I hate being reminded of his stupid STUPID stupid existence because in doing so, I get reminded of how I once had to put up with things like this:
“My family and friends are more important to me than you.”
“I hope you don’t make me lose any more friends” (when I specifically told him NOT to break off his friendship)
“I want to do my things…you’ll never understand. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to tell you.”
“It’s like you’re the man in the relationship and I don’t know where I stand.”
“Why can’t you change? Why don’t you ever think about me? Why don’t you ever understand? It’s your fault.”
…reminded of this…
“I’ve loved this girl for 9 years. I havent stopped loving her. She’s my bestfriend and she’ll never see me as anything more than that.”
I’ll be honest.
I hate my ex. A LOT.
So much that I think if I were single and alone with no family and friends, I would die just to escape him.
(On a side note, I’m beginning to emphatise with my FMC – Female Main Character – in my 2003 novel. Yes, I know I need to forget and ignore it all BUT 1) it’s easier said than done, and 2) you don’t know what happened in those 1.5 years.)