Tash & I spent the weekend pampering ourselves in Miami. Enjoying ALL of the finer things in life. You name it we probably did it. We discussed our self worth, how we felt incredibly devalued and how we would never make the same dating mistakes again. (Her story is coming, stay tuned)
I orchestrated what I deemed -- the perfect meltdown/break up. After a blissful long weekend, an expensive dinner paid for by me, and a romantic stroll through town we found ourselves at the bar watching our basketball team. It had been a perfect weekend and a perfect day/night.
The only two at the bar until someone my ex recognized walks in. Mystery friend + wife happen to be from the X factors home town and he happens to be a famous athlete who came to enjoy the game. I wait for my introduction, he’s usually not terrible with social norms, and he respects me so NBD - it’ll come...20 minutes later -- I’m still the ghost sitting next to him at the EMPTY bar. Visibly pissed, I ask him if he’s forgetting something -- you know, LIKE MY NAME. He claims he’s “waiting for the right time” -- UMMMM 1. right time is at the beginning, what kind of idiot are you 2. are you actually a 29yr old doctor? 3. this is bullshit. So in an attempt to not ruin the night, I say no more. Get yourself together Elle.
That weekend we had about ten million different social work outings for him. It was fun yet exhausting because doctors aren’t always the most outgoing crowd. I then ask “have you talked to your parents this weekend?” He says yes, in the morning after dropping a friend at the airport. I ask if he mentioned all of the activities we did. He says no. I literally lose my mind. I am so angry -
1. he doesn’t introduce me
2. he claims he's fighting for me yet CAN'T muster the courage to mention that we spent all weekend together doing 239482304823408 activities for HIS job
I grab his keys and I walk out. I pack my bags, pack the cats and I am ready to go. After a year of this crazy, racist, cowardly bullshit I have finally hit my limits. He comes in. Begging that we not fight about this tonight, don’t go, etc. As I pack up the toiletries & clothes I leave at his house - I tell him
I truly can’t do this anymore.
You claim to be fighting for this but can’t be honest about your fun filled weekend with me? That’s not fighting - that’s avoiding. I can no longer walk blindly in love. I am finally done.
I am free of this dark cloud of negativity. I feel relief. I feel devastation. I hate him. How can he do this to me?
I grab his phone and block my number then delete myself. I grab my phone and I do the same. F him. I tell him he’s dead to me and I drive away.
Freedom.
Elle
I orchestrated what I deemed -- the perfect meltdown/break up. After a blissful long weekend, an expensive dinner paid for by me, and a romantic stroll through town we found ourselves at the bar watching our basketball team. It had been a perfect weekend and a perfect day/night.
The only two at the bar until someone my ex recognized walks in. Mystery friend + wife happen to be from the X factors home town and he happens to be a famous athlete who came to enjoy the game. I wait for my introduction, he’s usually not terrible with social norms, and he respects me so NBD - it’ll come...20 minutes later -- I’m still the ghost sitting next to him at the EMPTY bar. Visibly pissed, I ask him if he’s forgetting something -- you know, LIKE MY NAME. He claims he’s “waiting for the right time” -- UMMMM 1. right time is at the beginning, what kind of idiot are you 2. are you actually a 29yr old doctor? 3. this is bullshit. So in an attempt to not ruin the night, I say no more. Get yourself together Elle.
That weekend we had about ten million different social work outings for him. It was fun yet exhausting because doctors aren’t always the most outgoing crowd. I then ask “have you talked to your parents this weekend?” He says yes, in the morning after dropping a friend at the airport. I ask if he mentioned all of the activities we did. He says no. I literally lose my mind. I am so angry -
1. he doesn’t introduce me
2. he claims he's fighting for me yet CAN'T muster the courage to mention that we spent all weekend together doing 239482304823408 activities for HIS job
I grab his keys and I walk out. I pack my bags, pack the cats and I am ready to go. After a year of this crazy, racist, cowardly bullshit I have finally hit my limits. He comes in. Begging that we not fight about this tonight, don’t go, etc. As I pack up the toiletries & clothes I leave at his house - I tell him
I truly can’t do this anymore.
You claim to be fighting for this but can’t be honest about your fun filled weekend with me? That’s not fighting - that’s avoiding. I can no longer walk blindly in love. I am finally done.
I am free of this dark cloud of negativity. I feel relief. I feel devastation. I hate him. How can he do this to me?
I grab his phone and block my number then delete myself. I grab my phone and I do the same. F him. I tell him he’s dead to me and I drive away.
Freedom.
Elle
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