07 6 / 2012
This tale isn’t quite as long as my other posts but I just thought I’d give you guys a lil’ sum-sum seeing as I’ve been AWOL.
Let me tell you about my ex, Joshua (not his real name, but you know the drill by now).
Joshua was the housemate of the boyfriend of a friend of mine and I met him for the first time after crashing at said friend’s boyfriend’s house after a party we went to. Thankfully, I was still looking fine when I met him so after introductions, we got talking and all four of us stayed up till late hours of the morning just hanging out. It was a really good night and from there we became friends.
We were friends for about 2 months before he asked me out on a date. At this point in time, I had just finished high school so I was quite excited to go out with him (he would have been my first proper boyfriend). We had a lovely evening out (except for the part where I discovered I hated going out to dinner dates because all I want to do is chow down but I have to be picking at my food so I don’t look like a fat pig? Fuck. That.) and within a few weeks we were going steady. Then I got to uni and I wanted to live life so I broke it off with him (bitchy move I know, but I was 18…sue me).
In the three months we dated, nothing exciting/outstanding/incredible happened. It fell into a pretty boring relationship quite quickly and we weren’t even having sex and I really can’t remember what we did to pass the time- hence why it was so easy for me to move on. After we broke up, he kind of dropped off the face of the earth and I didn’t really hear from him for almost a year. During the summer after the first year of uni, he randomly texted me that he heard I went on holiday to our country of origin (we’re from the same country) and he just wanted to say hi. We started talking again and it was like he was a new person altogether and feelings that were never there to begin with started surfacing and before I knew it, I was in like with him again.
This time the relationship lasted over a year…until we broke up again for several different reasons but we still managed to keep in sporadic contact with each other (through facebook and the like).
This was how I knew he joined the army.
This was how I knew he finally finished his degree (that I pushed him to get- yes, I take full credit for that).
This was how I knew when he got a ‘new’ girlfriend.
This was how I knew they had a three year old son.
The dickhead fully Jerry Springer’d me and had a baby mama without informing me. I just thank my lucky stars I never slept with him. It would have been me in the next picture holding his second child.
I just deleted him off facebook (and every other social networking site), erased his number and left him to play happy families with his girlfriend.
Sincerely wishing them the best in life,
It’s still me, Siren B.