Proof that the city of Seattle is about as big as a thimble (well besides the out of control population density and gong show traffic). So a few weeks ago, I am at an establishment that I liked to frequent in a past life and in walks my ex girlfriend with her new girl friend (the one she cheated on me with). I can deal with that, I didnt make an effort to say hello cuz things are still not good between us, (mostly because I'm holding a bit of a grudge, different story for different time) so my two buddies and I finish our meals and find another place to watch the Twins get spanked by the Yanks, not a big deal. It was bound to happen at some point. Seeing my ex, not the Twins loosing, we all knew they would get destroyed by the yanks.
So last night I'm playing with my co-ed flag football team in the Underdog Sport League playoffs (we finished in 4th place by the way) and low and behold on the other team is a mutual friend of my ex and I. Hadn't seen him in awhile so it was good to see him and catch up a bit while they handily spanked us. Anyway, We go to the bar with this team after the game and I find out that one of the girls on the other team knows my ex. No biggies well that is until she just starts telling me how good of a person my ex is and how there is still love there and all this other bullshit. Mind you, this is the girl that started cheating on me with a mutual friend of ours, crashed my car (stuck me with the bill), then stuck me with rent I couldnt afford after we broke up. Not to mention all the other bullshit she did to me while we were together.
I guess it really shouldnt bother me that much, and I didnt think that it would but it just seems that every time I just start to get over everything and move on, something happens to bring it all back. I killed myself emotionally, physically, and financially trying to make this girl happy for 4 years and nothing was ever fucking good enough, nothing. No matter what I did or how hard I tried she either wanted more or what I did wasnt good enough. She literally bled me fucking dry, and now I have to listen to this other person that doesnt know me and sure as hell doesnt know my ex that well, tell me about how good of a person she is. FUCK THAT. Let me say that again FUCK THAT. AHHHHH, sometimes I think I just need to get the fuck out of here and head either back home or someplace that I have no history in. I was totally cordial during the whole exchange because I'm a big believer in that its not really what happens but how you react to it that counts. So I was nice. My blood was boiling inside though. Feel bad for my roommate, went off after we left.
FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK
okay i'm done bitching, how fitting that Metallica's Bleeding me popped up on the ipod during that whole diatribe.
I think all I do in this blog is bitch. I guess thats what its for, right now anyway.
So last night I'm playing with my co-ed flag football team in the Underdog Sport League playoffs (we finished in 4th place by the way) and low and behold on the other team is a mutual friend of my ex and I. Hadn't seen him in awhile so it was good to see him and catch up a bit while they handily spanked us. Anyway, We go to the bar with this team after the game and I find out that one of the girls on the other team knows my ex. No biggies well that is until she just starts telling me how good of a person my ex is and how there is still love there and all this other bullshit. Mind you, this is the girl that started cheating on me with a mutual friend of ours, crashed my car (stuck me with the bill), then stuck me with rent I couldnt afford after we broke up. Not to mention all the other bullshit she did to me while we were together.
I guess it really shouldnt bother me that much, and I didnt think that it would but it just seems that every time I just start to get over everything and move on, something happens to bring it all back. I killed myself emotionally, physically, and financially trying to make this girl happy for 4 years and nothing was ever fucking good enough, nothing. No matter what I did or how hard I tried she either wanted more or what I did wasnt good enough. She literally bled me fucking dry, and now I have to listen to this other person that doesnt know me and sure as hell doesnt know my ex that well, tell me about how good of a person she is. FUCK THAT. Let me say that again FUCK THAT. AHHHHH, sometimes I think I just need to get the fuck out of here and head either back home or someplace that I have no history in. I was totally cordial during the whole exchange because I'm a big believer in that its not really what happens but how you react to it that counts. So I was nice. My blood was boiling inside though. Feel bad for my roommate, went off after we left.
FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK
okay i'm done bitching, how fitting that Metallica's Bleeding me popped up on the ipod during that whole diatribe.
I think all I do in this blog is bitch. I guess thats what its for, right now anyway.