WORKING WITH YOUR EX PART II

THE BREAKUP

There’s a good reason I call him a pansy and I’ll get right to the point here: he chose to officially break up with me over an instant message, at work. This is a grown ass man in his forties acting like a goddamn child.

Take a look in the mirror buddy. Those wrinkles and receding hairline don't give a shit if you don't want to grow the fuck up or not.

Mind you, at this time, WE LIVED TOGETHER. He could have done this after work, before work, in the car on the way to or from work, basically at ANY other time than at work over an IM. But he couldn’t muster up enough courage to put on his big boy pants and tell me to my face.

But let me explain what happened to lead up to this breaking up with me over an IM. Because it wasn’t like it just came out of nowhere. The entire breaking up process took about a week, which is very inefficient and time consuming. I do not recommend this process to anybody; a quick, clean, GTFO would have been much more pleasant, logical and efficient.

Sure, let's do this the hard way then.

Let me set the stage for you: it’s a Friday, we both have the day off, he’s being nice and taking me the doctor. The reason for my visit is to find out if I have pre-cancerous cells that would have to be removed in a very painful and crappy way, so obviously, I’m a bit on edge on this otherwise fine Friday morning. He takes me to the doctor, they do the test and get their sample, and I won’t know my results for a week. Keep that in mind.

We head back home and he takes off to run “errands” and says he will be back in a couple of hours. A few hours go by and he’s not back. So I text him to ask what’s taking so long with these errands. He replies that he stopped at a friend’s house to have a drink. 

Alright, look, that’s not an “errand” in my mind. That's some bullshit is what that is. I reply thanking him for letting me know that he decided to drink with a friend instead of coming home. 

No response. SO, here’s the actual break up, technically. I text him back saying I’ll just start packing my things.

I want you to be the first to know I told everyone that I'm leaving you.

I'll admit I sent the message because I was hurt, angry, and I wanted a reaction out of him. I expected him to say something back, to maybe realize that it was time to come home so we could talk about this. 

He decided to go drinking with more friends and did not come back home until after midnight. When he did return, he smelled like a mixture of liquor and garlic and looked like ass.

AND BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE
I’m not proud of what happened next and I will say that I have never done this before. I was so fired up by this point that I threw water in his face and socked him in the arms while yelling at him that he was a selfish twat. 

I’m not defending my actions. But also, I could have totally punched him in the face or kneed him in the nuts if I wanted and instead I only hit his arm. Just saying…

Nobody has ever made me want to commit a violent crime as much as you. Congratulations.

At this point he pins me down, hard enough to leave bruises on my arms and my legs. He starts yelling back while he’s got his knee dug into my thigh. 

Alright maybe I asked for it.

He does end up leaving bruises my arms and legs. I’m not saying I didn’t start this, but let me just explain something here. I am 85lbs and under 5 feet. Pretty sure that much force was not necessary. 

I finally convince him that I’m not going to touch him anymore, and I go downstairs and sleep on the couch (well, if sleeping with your eyes half open counts as sleeping). The following Saturday while I'm  crying my freaking eyes out, he goes and gets a haircut, cause you know, nothing affects this asshat. 

To be continued….