People are most likely wondering how I moved on. I just noticed that one of my last posts was about how I was still madly in love with him, well rather, I was struggling to get over him.
Well, he finished paying back the money that he owed me. He then sent me a few texts asking for his stuff back. The way that he phrased the text messaged just wound me up the wrong way. He was all cold hearted, wanting money if I didn’t have his stuff or if I had damaged it.
Now. Hold up. Have I taken the high road? Yep. Have I had a few questionable moments? Of course. But I have ALWAYS been the better person out of the two of us through this whole thing.
So anyways, I respond that no, he would never get a penny out of me, and yes I have his stuff but I would need a bit of time to look for it. I had moved house.
Now through all of this, he started ranting online about me. Somewhere that he wasn’t registered under his name. He told his cronies that the money had been a gift, basically made out that he was a saint for paying me back. Then he did the worst thing ever. He called me a c**t. Now you may have noticed how I don’t usually block out swear words, but this word is so repulsive to me that I just had to do it.
So that was it. I blocked him from whatsapp, deleted him from FB, texted him the next day to say that his stuff was in work.
This is where it got interesting. I left them in work while I got my colonoscopy. I got back. They were still there. For weeks, they were still there.
So on Thursday I bagged them up. Marched over to his work and left them at reception. I didn’t think it took that much guts until I did it. I left and realised that I am a badass.
I texted him “Your things are down in reception in your job” his reply “Oh. okay thanks”
The next day I woke up to a reminder on my phone. It was Stephens birthday.
I took the higher road and ended up sticking it to the man.
So this is how I moved from blogging about the dickhead and started blogging about the new dickhead.