Maybe you should fuck off!
(There’s the swearing)
So there I was drinking, singing and generally enjoying my Friday night when a few years to late I get a message… “Hi how are you?”
Well, being as you walked out four years ago and being as we haven’t spoken for well over a year I’m just fine thanks. ‘Why the sudden interest?’
“I was just thinking how Halloween was coming up and you always dressed as the devil” – OK, so this would be the first Halloween that’s come up in four years that you decided to remember I exist so why don’t you come clean and admit that you regret everything, that you are sorry and you know you made a terrible mistake.
Except, you didn’t… You went on to get your dream job, you now live in the south of France. I however stayed pretty much where I was and got on with my life. I learnt to be happy. And I am happy without you. And you continue to be happy without me.
At least that’s what I thought, because you know, for the last year you haven’t been in touch. So why tonight, why all of a sudden is it OK to be getting in touch. Thing is, it’s not OK. Not OK at all.
“Wrong time, wrong place.” -She said.
OH FUCK YOU
Seriously fuck you! I got over you. I spent ages pretending I’d gotten over you. I almost convinced myself. But of course, you have to blunder in and ruin that for me. “Are you still with that girl who had the kids?”– ‘No, of course I’m not. I got with her when I still had issues with you, of course that didn’t work out. So no, to answer your question, no I am not still with her’.
Bla Bla Bla… “I’m back for a few weeks over Christmas, maybe we could meet up”- ‘Yeah maybe, but given the history Is that really a good idea?’ “Well I’ll let you know when I’m back, I think we should”- ‘OK then’.
Dickhead, why did I say OK then when what I really meant was NO, GO FUCK YOURSELF.
I was really looking forward to Christmas this year as well. First time in about, oh, all my life. But no someone had to go and throw a spanner in the works. I will now be spending Christmas ducking an ex-girlfriend, finding any excuse not to meet up with her and eventually meeting up with her anyway.
So that’s my feelings on this… I am quite drunk and now need to pass out. Pleasant night people.