This one is easy and tough. I’m a firm believer in the “it’s your life, your movie, you’re the director, so if the movie sucks it’s your fault and no one else’s” philosophy. To a certain extent. There is always an exception to every rule/belief.
In this case I was SO the director and my movie SO sucked. The someone in today’s post is shared. Me and my ex BF. I met him when I was 20 and he was 11 years my senior. I thought I loved him and wanted him to be my No 1 and forever because he was my first.
We lived together for six years and what a waste of time! He taught me a lot that was very useful but he also took so much of my life. Well, I allowed him to take it. Instead of hanging out with singe GFs and enjoying my twenties, I was hanging out with him and his older friends. As I say I learnt a lot – not all good. Lots of painful lessons. One being ” He’s just not that into you”.
I saw us settling down and having kids, etc. But I now know that he was no meant to be. I just don’t see us making as gorgeous a child as Big Tom.
So J, thanks for making my life hell and making me cry myself to sleep many a night in the spare bedroom and generally treating me like shit unless you were feeling frisky. It took me two years to get over you and then . . .
I met sweet, gorgeous, yummy and oh-such-a-gentleman Elton. The sweetest lesson you ever taught me was if it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t right. And of course . . . He’s just not that into you.
And oh, I forgive you. When I look at how nowhere you are at the moment and how you’ve not had one meaningful, lasting relationship since me . . . I cannot help but laugh and say : You go, Karma, my girl!