Wow. 100 people follow this little blog. I know on the grand scale of things it is only a small amount of people. But to me it is huge.
I haven’t told anyone who I am. So none (actually one) know who I am. The rest just follow/read about my daily life and usually the drama that seems to follow me around.
To mark the big 100 I am going to tell you about a mistake that I always, always make and never learn from. Trying to be friends with an ex in order to keep them in your life.
Shinners. You are not wired that way. When you love you love with your whole being. You cannot turn that into friendship within a week or two. Or even a month. No way. You are just going to hurt yourself by keeping on checking when he was last online and wondering if he is looking at you too.
When I was with Big. I was so easy going and relaxed. If he didn’t text back. I was never worried. I had him. He made me so comfortable and confident that I never doubted his intentions with me for a second so I didn’t worry about it. Now I don’t have him? Fuck me I have gone cray cray. Every time my phone goes I hope and wish it is him. My heart goes every time it vibrates. Every. Single. Time.
So yeah. Stop pretending that it is something you can try when you just really want him to see you just so you can see him and you want him to just change his mind. Because you know what? He won’t because you don’t like American football, you don’t just “slide in” to his life and you can’t have frigging kids.
And he could have had something real with you. And that freaked him the fuck out.
So fuck him and his fucking friendship.